Luke… this is your concert. Pepper Rabbit plays a semi-secret show at The Death Star (4151 S. Main) tonight — RSVP only! Holler at the band on Facebook. (More Google/iCal friendly L.A. dates here.)
Or is it just really endearing? Comments are open, you tell me. Wish dude has chosen a song for this that didn’t sound like a Sister Hazel b-side, though.
After five years of waiting, Sufjan Stevens’ 50 states project is back on with a new record, Tex-Mex: Cholula Yum-O. It’s due September 7 on Asthmatic Kitty/Rachael Ray Recordings.
“Basically, I’ve been eating a lot of tacos,” Sufjan said in a press release. “I didn’t want to repeat myself with another ‘state’ album. I wanted to do something fresh, spicy and marginally international.”
The 18-track album will feature songs including “Turn Around And I’ll Shoot You In The Face, Motherfucker (Ballad of Dick Cheney),” “Torchy’s Tacos (Eat Me Raw)” and “The Worst Levi’s Fader Fort After Party Ever.”
Stylus, which for a few years in the 2000s served as a poptimist, less popular but less pretentious alternative to Pitchfork before collapsing even as Ryan Schreiber’s rival webzine conquered the Internet, has risen from the dead for a moment to examine the decade. Click through for lists and essays you’ll actually enjoy reading. (And keep an eye on Cokemachineglow for their own sure-to-be epic decade coverage soon.)
Friday, December 18: The Jon Brion Show. This one may be the last of Jon’s legendary every-Friday-night residency at Largo. In 2010 the plan is that Jon will be doing at least one scheduled show per month, so he’s not going away for good, but this week’s show should be an especially memorable jam with plenty of holiday cheer! Doors open for drinks 8PM, Showtime 9:30PM, Tickets $25.
Not quite the end of an era, but I’m glad I saw him on Friday. On the other hand, maybe this means he’s going to finish his sophomore album already? Cross your fingers.
I love that “indie rockers talking about weird snack foods” is the P4k equivalent of “Hollywood star talks about how she’s OK being single in her 30s.”
Daniel M’Mburugu is probably the hardest motherfucker to ever step foot in the rural farmlands of Kenya. On June 22nd, this 73 year-old grandfather was out in his farmland minding his own business when all of a sudden this gigantor leopard jumped out from some tall grass and mauled the fuck out of him. The beast let out an earth-shaking howl and pinned M’Mburugu to the ground, scratching the shit out of his chest with its back claws and trying to bite his face off with its gleaming fangs. M’Mburugu tried to free up hispanga (Swahili for “big ass machete”) so that he could take a good swipe at the creature that was slowly killing him, but then all of a sudden JESUS CHRIST sent a messenger pigeon down to him with a note that read:
Dear Daniel,
Fuck the machete. Just rip this motherfucker’s tongue out.
Love, God
So Daniel M’Mburugu dropped his machete and shoved his hand into the leopards mouth. The leopard chomped down on his hand, be he totally didn’t even give a fuck. He just pulled the fucking leopard’s tongue out of its head, causing it to die and get totally pwned by a 73 year-old dude. After he was done wrecking the leopard’s shit, he told his neighbor to go get him some salt just so that he could rub it into his wounds, pound his chest like Tarzan and prove to everyone that he was the baddest motherfucker in town. Awesome.