With all the buzz about new music on the horizon, how could we forget to mention the long awaited new single from AC/DC of which I have been craving since 2000 for? You’ll get a full review of the Black Ice album once October 28th rolls around and I’m forced to hit Wal-Mart to get it. Yet, I figured I’d write a quick blurp about the new track that just hit rock and roll radio. The song’s title is Rock & Roll Train and was worth the wait. It’s solid, and has that classic AC/DC sound that was missing on their last two albums (1996’s Ballbreaker & 2000’s Stiff Upper Lip) By classic, I don’t specifically mean that 70’s classic Bon Scott sound, but definitely the classic Brian Johnson sound from the early 80’s. It sounds like something from the Fly On The Wall album, and I’m surprised with all of the buzz over AC/DC, pop radio hasn’t decided to give it a chance to succeed.
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Dearest Miss Aguilera: Hypocrisy Much?
From Blender Magazine’s December 2003 issue:
“The VMAs were so…so vanilla. So safe, so predictable, no edge. Apart from Madonna, Mary J. Blige and myself, I cannot think of another female performer who had her mic switched on. That is very disappointing to me…”
“I’d much rather just wash my hands of the whole nonsense, actually. These people aren’t artists, they’re just performers-fake and superficial, like the entire event. I’m very disappointed with MTV…”
Fast-forward five years. Ohhh how things have changed.
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FORTY-FIVE REVOLUTIONS PER MINUTE #2: The Chums Of Chance
CRYING LOTT “Inside” b/w “The Beast” (Lott Records .01 Oct. 1982)
Ocean View, Virginia is a seaside community bordering the north shore of the city of Norfolk, nestled in the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay.  At the start of the 20th century, the OV resembled sister east-coast beach resorts like Coney Island and Asbury Park;  folks from all walks of life flocked to the shoreline to breathe in salty air,  bathe in seaweed-heavy waters, and dine on corndogs and onion rings (or fresh spot, flounder and steamed blue crabs) while enjoying an amusement park, a casino and a bevy of fine hotels.
Also like its northern counterparts, Ocean View fell into decay in the ’70’s & ’80’s, becoming a blown-out shell of its former self. Transient military personnel, shipbuilders & longshoremen traded fisticuffs with drunks, bums & derelicts on D-View Street. Dark, unidentifiable sludge was washing ashore at Sarah Constant Shrine. Burned-out motor lodges stood empty like rows of old shoeboxes along the coastline. Old movie theaters like The Rosele and The Showcase became what are now remembered as “grindhouses,” showing 3rd-rate gore and grade-B softcore to near-empty seats. This was not by any means a breeding ground for new independent alternative music, nor any art of any sort, for that matter. This, my friends, is where I grew up.
