Do you have plans for Saturday night? If you have nothing scheduled, and if you want to stay in and watch something streaming live on the Internet, you’re in luck! Jon Stewart and Bill O’Reilly are going to do that thing where they debate at George Washington University (read more about it here). You can watch that for $5, if you are so inclined.
Or! Jay-Z is performing the eighth and final show in his concert series at the Barclays Center in Brooklyn. That will be streaming at YouTube for free. (Because Jay-Z is Jay-Z, and he can’t sneeze without it tying into a business venture or marketing opportunity, it will be airing on his YouTube channel.)
They don’t all have health insurance. Droste’s covered via his husband, Chad, an interior designer; they live in the same 450-square-foot Williamsburg apartment he occupied before Yellow House. When the band tours, it can afford a bus, an extra keyboard player, and sound and lighting engineers. (That U2 tour had a wardrobe manager.) After covering expenses like recording, publicity, and all the other machinery of a successful act (“Agents, lawyers, tour managers, the merch girl, the venues take a merch cut; Ticketmaster takes their cut; the manager gets a percentage; publishers get a percentage”), Grizzly Bear’s members bring home … well, they’d rather not get into it. “I just think it’s inappropriate,” says Droste. “Obviously we’re surviving. Some of us have health insurance, some of us don’t, we basically all live in the same places, no one’s renting private jets. Come to your own conclusions.”
The band Grizzly Bear is highly regarded and very successful, insofar as indie rock bands go. But what does that actually mean?
“It was so fast and explosive,” he says in a sleepy, gravelly voice of his first crisis of confidence following the ballistic success of Nevermind. “I didn’t know how to deal with it. If there was a Rock Star 101 course, I would have liked to take it. It might have helped me.”
NPR is streaming “Love This Giant,” the collaboration between David Byrne (of the Talking Heads) and the wondrous Annie Clark (better known as St. Vincent). They’re streaming the album right now. The album doesn’t come out until next Tuesday, but you can listen to it right now, so I have to wonder why you are even still reading this? Also, the album won’t be streaming for forever, so go forth and enjoy.
You can also check out a video from said album below (via):
Dave Weigel decided to write a history/exploration of progressive rock, and so you should probably just go ahead and read it, if that sounds like your cup of tea.
Courtney Love and Lana Del Ray teamed up to remind you why you loved Nirvana in the first place. (Just kidding, but they did remind you why any news involving the words “Courtney Love,” “Lana Del Ray” and “Nirvana” is going to be bad news, and it might be the kind of news that ruins music forever. At the very least it’s the kind of news that makes you vaguely unhappy for a few minutes.)
Finally, after I sat in my hotel room for another day and ran through as many imaginary conversations with the Beeb as any of his 12-year-old fangirls, word came down from the mountaintop: I would meet Bieber at his studio at 6 p.m. that night and we would box. Given all of our suggestions that had been rejected, this made no sense. Well, we can’t have Justin openly buying pornography—why don’t we just endanger his singing voice and orbital bone structure instead?But only a fool would argue. If someone asks you if you’d like to punch Justin Bieber in the face, the answer is yes.
Okay, so I generally don’t think Justin Bieber is that interesting. There was that time a fan accused him of fathering her child, which turned out to be untrue, which was I guess vaguely interesting? But otherwise I don’t really see much of anything in Bieber or the crazed world of Bieber fandom. And the idea of GQ profiling Bieber on the occasion of his 18th birthday to see if he is a man now (whatever that means) is also not exactly something that would normally strike my fancy.
BUT, all of that being said, the magazine sent Drew Magary to profile Bieber, and the resulting story is exactly as enjoyable as you might expect (if you are familiar with Magary’s work, which I certainly hope you are). So go read it.
Very sad news for people who like music, movies, joy or generally anything good: Adam Yauch, better known as MCA, died this morning in New York City after nearly three years battling cancer. He was 47.
Yauch was famous for his work with the Beastie Boys, the legendary group he co-founded in 1979. He was also active in the world of movies, directing documentaries like “Awesome; I Fuckin’ Shot That!” and co-founding Oscilloscope Laboratories.
It’s really quite hard to overstate how central Yauch and the Beastie Boys were to quite a few music fans. I was a very young lad when I first heard Licensed to Ill — I still remember incessantly playing and replaying that cassette tape (yes, a cassette) — and to me and others, it was more than just an album. It was a key that opened up a new world of music.
You should read the entirety of “American Mozart,” the new Atlantic story about Kanye West and “Watch the Throne.” But one anecdote in particular stands out. It involves the President (of the United States):
“I have a question I want to ask you, Mr. President,” I venture, once I catch his attention.
“Sure,” the president says.
“Kanye or Jay-Z?”
The president smiles. “Jay-Z,” he says, as if the answer should be obvious. …
“Although I like Kanye,” Obama continues, with an easy smile. “He’s a Chicago guy. Smart. He’s very talented.” He is displaying his larger awareness of the question, looking relaxed, cerebral but friendly, alive to the moment, waiting for me to get to the heart of the matter.
“Even though you called him a jackass?,” I ask.
“He is a jackass,” Obama says, in his likable and perfectly balanced modern-professorial voice. “But he’s talented.”
Truly, we live in wondrous times. You should still read the entire story.