Candlebox are getting back together. Repent, sinners. The end is seriously fucking nigh.
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I just heard the new Replacements song, “Message To The Boys,” on the Jim Rome show (of all places). Paul Westerberg didn’t show up for the interview, but other band members showed up and the interview was pretty cool.
The new song was great, and I’m not even a big Replacements fan. That and another new song with be on a upcoming greatest hits CD. I just might have to pick that up.
Yes, it was time for Paris Bennett to leave “American Idol.” Not that I didn’t call her being one of the top finishers way back in January or anything (I can feel you all patting me on the back, thanks)….but it was definitely time. You could start to see her inexperience shine through a bit, just as it did with Lisa Tucker, though Paris lasted a little longer. Paris is amazing and will always be a Marley favorite, but unfortunately, someone has to go home each week.
So the results show last night did not feature a performance by a Stevie Wonder, Rod Stewart, Kenny Rogers, or anyone like that. Instead, the remaining contestants did a group song called “We Are One.”
And a horrible song it was. I mean, it was recycled, sappy, and boring movie soundtrack material…like a Diane Warren song, but minus the hook.
They talked about next week, because the final four were going to be whisked off in a private jet right after the show to Memphis to work with Tommy Mottola at Graceland. If anything, they’ve got to be excited about a free trip to the home of Elvis. Idols, if you are reading this at all, make sure you try the ribs at Rendezvous in downtown Memphis. Mandisa might even make the 3-hour drive from Nashville to meet you there.
Anyway, after telling Taylor Hicks and Chris Daughtry that they were safe, Ryan let Paris know she was one of the bottom 2, and then had her sing Prince’s “Kiss” again. I have to say, she sounded better last night than she did on Tuesday. Plus, we got to see her have a microphone malfunction and have Seacrest following her around like a puppy. Now THAT’s good TV and good use of a lame host.
That left Elliott and Katharine, and Elliott learned he was in the bottom 2 with Paris, so had to go and sing again as well. Then we found out, almost anti-climactically, that Paris was the one going home.
So that leaves a final four this season of Taylor Hicks, Chris Daughtry, Katharine McPhee, and Elliot Yamin. That’s a solid group of singers right there….but as we’ve seen, all four have their faults and the next few weeks are going to be interesting. I’m still putting my money on Mr. Hicks, but everyone should bring their “A” game next week, especially after being inspired by the ghost of Elvis.
Marley, OUT.
I’m not ashamed to say it. The Wiggles are one of the best bands ever, period. They are kings of the almighty hook, and so many of their catchy tunes manage to get lodged in the skull after only one listen. Since so many of ’em are under or around the two-minute mark, this is all part of the grand Wiggle plan. But the best thing about the dudes is that their brand of childrens’ music isn’t cornball or dumbed down. It’s just good fun.
For instance, you just have to fucking dig the lead fuzz guitar line in “Feelin’ Chirpy.” It’s like straight out of some garage band’s wet dream. And that’s another part of The Wiggles’ appeal. They touch on so many brands of music – Beatles-influenced pop, classic R&B, country and western, bubblegum, classical, and even techno, and pull them all off effortlessly. And I’m obsessed. Granted, before my son was born, I couldn’t stand The Wiggles. My nieces dug them, but I never really tuned in to see what all the fuss was about. But when my kid started enjoying watching morning TV, we one day switched from PBS to Playhouse Disney and – whammo – Thw Wiggles had transfixed him. It was only a matter of time before I found myself humming “Bow Wow Wow” and “Can You Point Your Fingers And Do The Twist?” when the show wasn’t on. And so purchases of DVDs and CDs began in earnest.
They’ve even found a playlist all of their own on my iPod so the kid and I can enjoy Captain Feathersword cranking out “Eagle Rock” from Live! Hot Potatoes or Greg Page easing into the obscenely catchy “Do The Monkey” any time we like. Then there’s the chunky “Play Your Guitar With Murray,” the bonkers “Captain’s Magic Buttons,” and the genuinely pretty “Georgia’s Song.” And the list goes on. It’s very easy for me to say with the straightest of faces that for myself as a music lover no other band since I “discovered” The Beatles has been so fun and enjoyable to get into as The Wiggles. They’re starting to surpass my love for The Velvet Underground, my most favorite band of all time.
Again, it just comes down to an honest musical formula that anyone with a liking for well crafted pop can enjoy. This isn’t tot pop played on cheeseball synths sung by groups of kiddies a-la Kidz Bop. This is groovy music written and played by the group themselves and just simply fun, which is exactly what’s missing out of most popular music out there today. Just ask my kid. I’ve now seen The Wiggles’ full-length movie, Magical Adventure more times than most of my own favorite DVDs and the damn thing hasn’t gotten old yet.
Indeed, The Wiggles’ world is something tighter and much more groovy and kooky than anything in Syd and Marty Krofft’s dreams. There’s probably a bit of their own form of kiddie psychedelia indebted to Magical Mystery Tour, but watching Wags the dog, Henry the octopus, or Dorothy the dinosaur crank out one of their own numbers is far more entertaining than seeing Lennon flail about in “I Am The Walrus.” It sometimes makes me seriously contemplate just moving it all to Australia and leaving the world of Dubya Land behind.
So if you need a starter’s course, go directly to the Here Comes The Big Red Car, Top of the Tots, Yummy Yummy and Live! Hot Potatoes CDs. Those interested in hearing The Wiggles team up with various fellow Aussies can check out the fun Wiggly Wiggly World that includes the remake of Split Enz’ “Six Months In A Leaky Boat” with Tim Finn. And there’s tons more. What can I say? I’ma freakin’ fan.
Oh yeah! I know, “Who the fuck is Jeff Timmons?” It’s a valid question. Well, he was in the group 98 Degrees. You know, that boy bunch that you all cared so much about. Anyway, Jeffy was hit with a DUI and a DUI without a valid license, even.
According to the story, “Timmons, 33, said he was from out of town and didn’t have his driver’s license, the report said. Authorities said Timmons’ eyes were ‘very glassy’ and he told police he had ‘a lot’ to drink. Later, he told deputies he only had two beers.”
I believe him. None of those boy band shmucks could handle anything over one can of O’Doul’s.
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