Motor City Rocks

“The secret is to make a city, not to rest in it” -Thornton Wilder

So if you haven’t heard the news from my twitter, I am going to be taking over at Motor City Rocks. This is a tremendous honor for me since MCR is such a longstanding great music blog. I plan to do the absolute best job I can to make sure that Motor City Rocks will be the first place people look to find in depth info on music of the area.

I will admit that if I were to take on any group of Detroit music insiders at a game of Rock N Roll Jeopardy, I would probably lose. I do not know the “most” about the music scene in Detroit, and I don’t want to be Indie Rock Pete. I genuinely care about this city, and the music “scene” (love or hate the word). There are enough brilliant minds in this city (and I have met them!) to put us on the atlas. Honestly, out of everyone I’ve met working on my show, I’ve realized that the people making all the jamz in Detroit the most friendly, warm, inclusive people I’ve ever met.

The Steve Barman Show is canceled. We are rolling our footage into MOTOR CITY ROCKS!!! a show based solely around Detroit rock music that is worth a damn. There’s a little bit of left-overs (we’ve shot at least 8 hours of footage) which will be rolled into the show in some way.

I think to a certain degree, the written word is dead. I believe that a significant amount of people would rather watch an interview with their favorite band than to read it. The way the facial expressions, a smile and a laugh transfer on video can’t be replicated with text. Kino pravda, right? but we will still be doing a fair amount of written articles, including the Weekend Lowdown, album reviews, and anything else that needs to be said.

To keep a decent balance between the word and the image, we’ll be putting out band interview videos periodically, then placing a half hour condensed show of several interviews on public access – and hopefully soon- commercial television.

If that sounds too grandiose, you should also know that way down the line I’d like to see some sort of print zine going that would replace the Metro Times (but right now that’s just a Creem dream).

On a final note: I call all the bands from “around here” as “Detroiters”. I live in Royal Oak, but I’m constantly zipping back into the city to soak up the culture (and the booze). The antagonisms between the city and the suburbs needs to calm down. Detroit is the heart that pumps blood into the entire state. We need to rebuild our communities by participation, not segregation and not elitism.

Sorry if I ranted a bit too much here. I just drank a ton of coffee. Coming up on Motor City Rocks will be interviews with: Pink Eye, John Sinclair, The Rogue Satellites, -J.R., The City Yards, Silver Ghost, Zoos of Berlin, Sunlight Ascending!
As well as: Taryn Schick, the Dizzy Dames, our Horror Special, Spaghetti wrestling, theremin busking, and hot hot tubs.

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My dream from last night

So I had a dream last night that I was a teenager that was about 15 years old (I’m an elderly 28 years old currently). Me and some other kids went to a party that was unchaperoned by adults. The group was a church group but at some point it the church cancelled the program and we kids would still meet up and party instead. The parties were really really tame.  15 year old Winona Ryder was there (no doubt from me watching “Lucas” the other day).

Me and Ms. Winona were friends of sorts. There was a line for the bathroom, I was standing around waiting for it conversing with the other christian cool kids, when Winona comes in behind me in line. She’s not looking too hot. “Are you ok?” I ask.

“I’m feeling really sick,” with that she hunched over on the floor, “I can’t throw up, I can’t throw up, I can’t throw up.”

“You should just let yourself throw up, you’ll feel better,” and I gave her a paper bag (that was conveniently right next to me).

She then puked mostly in it. What hit the carpet, I entered the kitchen to clean. There was some slow guy walking in front of me. I hate that. I grabbed a rag and some cleaning material and started cleaning (it came out easy, it wasn’t much). The sink in the kitchen of the house we were in was flooded and when I tried to get the rag wet water sprayed all over the floor, I tossed a towel on in a ringed it out in the almost over-flowing sink.

Then I said to Winona “I almost asked you a stupid question.”

“What’s that,” she asked, a bit better after having thrown up.

“I was going to ask you if you remembered when you were in Reality Bites and your character threw up, but of course you do,” I said. I then went to put away the rag. For the record, I don’t think she pukes in Reality Bites.

While Winona went and layed down in bed. For some reason I implicity knew that she was in bed without pants on. I was planning to go check on her, make sure she was feeling ok (and possibly make out with her and her pukey breath) when the doorbell rang, all the lights in the house suddenly went flipped off as kids were trying to make it look like a party wasn’t happening.

I hid in a far off back bedroom and peered out the window from behind an armoire.  I stood there for a little while, I could scarcely overhear someone talking at the door. It sounded like we were caught. I considered where I could run off to, I was in my (boxer shorts for some reason) and was barefoot. There was snow outside. I wasn’t going to make it far. It was a rural house and I had no idea how to get anywhere else.

“Hey” some kid in the same room as me said.

I jumped, I didn’t know anyone else was hiding in the same room. He was a good hider.

“What should we do,” he asked.

“I’m turning myself in,” I said, “There’s nowhere to run to really.”

So I walked out of the room and there were Christian parents yelling at the kids and a giant row of belts and coat hangers for beating kids with. I anticipated this and went to the armoire, which was filled with all of my clothes. I wriffled through the armoire while looking for the thickest pair of jeans I could find. I found this weird flight suit with big weird ghetto lettering all over it. My parents came in the room and started laughing at my choice in clothes, I tried to put off the inevitable pretending like I didn’t know what was coming next (they were both carrying coat hangers). I was sitting on the bed leaning to one side. My mom whacked my right leg, which was on top of my left and broke my left leg under the knee.

Then I woke up and my leg hurt.

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Rick Astley vs Nine Inch Nails – The Hand That Gives You Up (BRAT Mashup)

The Hidden II – review

I like the first 25 minutes of this movie (because it’s taken straight from The Hidden 1). The Hidden part one is an excellent sci-fi blood fest eith some social statement. The Hidden 2 is a lower budget no-action gab fest. Watch 1, forget part 2. Kyle Mclauchlin is in it!

S. Darko REVIEW

What happens when Fiona Apple and her shitty friend hang out in a bastard sequel? S. Darko! The dialogue is so random, I think they edited the dialog without bothering to check if it would still make sense.

This movie is like the youth of today, really hot and completely daft. Roberta Sparrow wrote a book on time travel so we could get the time wasted from this film back.

The poor man’s Joaquin Pheonix plays an alchoholic who kills people with a car, but no one presses charges, and the other driver is never mentioned. The second unit work is good. For some reason there’s a bunny, a zombie girl, and dead kid all replacing Frank the bunny.

Don’t ask me about the plot… I have no clue as to why the flury of random events was placed on a dvd and called a movie.

If you know the person who directed this movie, “burn the pervert’s house down”. I wish Samantha was at least able to say one line as clever as “what’s a fuckass?” Actually 90 minutes of Sparkle Motion rehersal footage would be prefered to this crap.

I bet if the nerdy guys takes his glasses off he’s a hunk… I was right! I am blogging this while I watch it. Kev says “we should walk around all day randomly and film it, add a few after effects and we’ll have a better movie.”

This movie cost 4 million dollars!? That money would have better been spent on a castle made out of marshmellows. I would rather shave my grandmas pussy than watch this movie again… ok, maybe not, but its a close call. Kevin would rather give Bill O’Reilly a blowjob while Bill takes a shit. I would rather get hatefucked in a victorian asylum while undergoing shocktreatment than watch this movie again.

Episode 2

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Episode 2 of the Steve Barman Show
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