In the event that you have not yet heard enough about Jessica "Sexual Napalm" Simpson lately, in the wake of John Mayer's (one can only hope) career-defining Playboy interview, never fear: Billy Corgan, of Smashing Pumpkins (ask your parents), is here to save the day—by making sure his name is associated with hers, thus keeping his head above water, fame-wise. That may sound cynical, I know. But is anyone organically speculating about their supposed romance, or is this the work of someone's publicity machine? Or possibly two publicity machines working in tandem, like lovers. With VH-1 as the chaperone. It still feels like Valentine's Day around here.
Recently, tabloids and gossip blogs have been speculating on whether Smashing Pumpkins frontman Billy Corgan and pop star Jessica Simpson are an item. The two were spotted in December, and last month of the pair working together in the studio.
"She asked me to help her out on the theme song for her new TV show," Corgan said. "[The show] has an interesting concept. She goes around the world to show how different people perceive beauty. In some cultures, bigger is better. In some, smaller is better. It's interesting."
Simpson has dabbled in both the pop and country worlds musically, but it seems that Corgan has been helping her explore her inner rock god. "I ended up writing part of [the theme song]," he told the paper. "It has a little bit of an alternative-rock edge, but it's still very poppy."
While Corgan was clear about his musical collaborations with Simpson, he was vague about his possible romantic involvement with the pop singer. But he was forthcoming on what it was like to be a focus point of tabloid culture: "The stuff that I've seen doesn't have any bearing to the reality that I'm in," he said. "It's like being in a cartoon. It has nothing to do with what's really going on or how I feel."
Corgan is currently working on the Pumpkins' Teargarden by Kaleidyscope, a planned 44-track collection he's gradually releasing over the course of three years via free download from his Web site.
An internet-based movement to draft roots-pop songwriter John Mellencamp to run for the U.S. Senate seat about to be vacated by Democratic goat Evan Bayh (D-Indiana) seems to be turning into one of those things that people are going to start talking about as if it has some basis in reality, even though the Facebook group is only about 2,000 strong (context: Can This Dung Beetle Get More Fans Than Glenn Beck? now stands at 69,966). But really, could the man who wrote "when I fight authority, authority always wins"—to say nothing of "suckin' on a chili dog"—really become a plausible senatorial candidate... even to replace a blatant creep like Bayh? To quote Mellencamp himself (along with Travis Tritt): What say you?
AP says this:
INDIANAPOLIS — An online effort to draft Hoosier rocker John Mellencamp to run for the U.S. Senate seat being vacated by Indiana's Democratic Sen. Evan Bayh is building up steam.
Twitter is abuzz with the rumor and three separate Facebook groups have been set up, with the largest boasting about 2,000 members.
Mellencamp is no stranger to politics. In 2008, he recorded a radio commercial supporting Barack Obama's presidential campaign and requested that Republican candidate John McCain stop playing his songs, including "Our Country" and "Pink Houses," at his rallies.
Mellencamp's songs often have political or social themes. He is a co-founder of Farm Aid.
On Thursday, Mellencamp spokesman Bob Merlis said the musician "has no statement to offer."
Thirty years later, Jackson Browne still against the nukes.
Here’s a new interview with radio legend Nicole Sandler; besides talking
politics, Browne reveals he’ll reunite with David Lindley for a tour soon.
idea: No Doubt may cover Lionel Richie and other ‘80s hitmakers on a new album.
This is like selling off the Eiffel Tower or Statue of Liberty. Abbey Road is for sale. An excerpt: "EMI bought the house at number 3 Abbey Road for £100,000
($160,000) in 1929 and transformed it into the world's first custom-built
The wags at Stereogum, bless their sarcastic hearts, have commemorated the occasion of Live Aid 25 with a list of the 21 worst all-star charity music videos of all time. I know what you're thinking: I can't remember 21 of them. "We Are the World," "Do They Know It's Christmas"... sure, everyone knows them. But what about Ferry Aid? The Take It Back Foundation? Hear N'Aid? If you've forgotten about the willingness of seemingly cool rock stars to come on all moist and earnest for the charity dollar, you need to check out this list. It is astonishing.
A few high/lowlights:
(I actually love this one. Check out how Kool Moe Dee is too cool to sing on the chorus.)
(How did I miss this?)
Of course, this list feels incomplete without the original "Do They Know It's Christmas?" and "We Are the World," so...
Set against the breathtaking spectacle of the Gorge at George, WA, Sasquatch has become one of the premier indie-rock focused music festivals in America. The announcement of the bands for this year's fest, which will be held May 29-31, came last night. It's like this, and like this, and like that:
My Morning Jacket
Band of Horses
Broken Social Scene
Tegan and Sarah
She & Him
Drive by Truckers
Minus the Bear
The Hold Steady
Simian Mobile Disco
City & Colour
Portugal. the Man
The Middle East
Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros
The Lonely Forest
Cymbals Eat Guitars
The Low Anthem
The Very Best
Tallest Man on Earth
Mumford & Sons
Garfunkel & Oates
If the traffic ever diminishes, you can get tickets at Ticketmaster or here.
Gather round, young'n's; it's time for a wee history lesson. See, waaaay back in the 1980s, when "rock band" meant something more than just a video game, there was one such rock band that seemed to be bigger than all the others combined. They were called Guns'N'Roses, and they made two or three albums that lots of people inexplicably loved. Even more inexplicable: Guns'N'Roses still technically exists! And every so often, they appear live somewhere. Most recently, they turned up at the John Varvatos store (built on the smoldering ruin of CBGB) for a L'Uomo Vogue afterparty that had some affiliation with Fashion Week. The lesson, as demonstrated by this murky audience vid of the "well well well my Michelle" song, is that no matter how big and powerful a band once was, they can and will be reduced to the sound of a bunch of high school students in a garage lit by one red bulb in the fullness of time.