by Jac Kern
98 days ago
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Jac's roundup of pop culture news and Internet findings
Senior prom is a special
milestone for many American teens, but even traditions as old as school dances
change over time. Intimate one-on-one dates have given way to group dates and attending as friends. Flip-flops and cutout cocktail dresses replaced the overdone evening
look for many girls. And now a southern-fried specialty is getting in the prom
game. Kentucky Fried Chicken — What? Yes. — partnered with Louisville florists to create the chicken corsage. For $20, Louisville residents can purchase a corsage from Nanz and Kraft Florists that includes a $5 gift card to KFC, where folks can then go buy the perfect piece of chicken. It can only be assumed that after prom, girls will press the greasy chicken bone between their yearbook pages, just like their moms did with their corsages when they were young.
It’s confirmed: Stephen
Colbert will take over the Late Show desk
once David Letterman retires sometime in 2015. That’ll mean no more Colbert Report and, likely, the end of
the host’s faux-servative character. Start the countdown to the announcement of
a new reality show following Letterman, Leno (and, let’s just be honest — Craig
Ferguson and Conan O’Brien) around Ex-Host Island. Move over, old people!
Slightly younger people are takin' yer jerbs!In the contemporary classic Mean Girls, Lindsay Lohan’s Cady
describes Halloween as, “the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut
and no other girls can say anything about it.” Well, Coachella must be kind of like
Halloween for celebrities, except instead of wearing lingerie and some form of
animal ears, they throw on the most jumbled assortment of terrible fashion fads. Not
sure about the new cream-colored designer jumpsuit you purchased? Try it out in the middle of
the desert! Want to channel Woodstock without ever having been to, read about
or seen a photo of Woodstock? Grab a Native American headdress and wear that
shit to Coachella. The fest is HQ for floral head wreaths, jorts and combat
boots (often all worn at once), and for some reason I cannot pull myself away
from the celeb photos of this mess.
It’s like someone made a slot machine with various teenagers’ style blogs on Tumblr and
everyone going to Coachella must take a spin to determine their outfit. “Ooh, I
got a bindi, a latex bra, a crocheted duster and gladiator sandals!” Just look
at these famous attendees, capped off with Koachella Kweenz Kylie and Kendall Jenner.
But seriously, you need to
see this video that’s (probably) of Leonardo DiCaprio Coachin’ it up (people
say that, right?) at an MGMT performance, which makes me feel weird and old.
And since I brought up
Lindsay, the supposedly sober starlet was supposedly washing down all that
Coachella dust and glitter with vodka this weekend. The reports come days after the latest
episode of her Oprah docu-series, in which she admits to drinking alcohol after
her latest stint in rehab. Also, there were a lot of emo scenes of Lindsay
filming herself crying. Get it together, girl. OPRAH WILL CUSS AT YOU AGAIN.
And everyone knows if Oprah has to cuss at you twice, you will spontaneously burst into flames.
Celebrispawn in the media
is quite the hot topic as of late, particularly thanks to Dax Sheppard and
Kristen Bell vs. Papz (this will definitely be a court case our children will study in history class). But what about fake famous babies
— fair game? OK! Leslie Knope is pregnant! Pawnee's upcoming addition will be the Prince George of
fictional TV comedy births. Which is to say, a very big deal. Parks and Rec's Leslie and Ben
will be the best parents ever. I think I speak for fans everywhere by saying we can't wait for his or her first playdate with the world’s most
attractive child, Ann and Chris’ little Oliver.
Sunday was an epic night
for television with the final Mad Men premiere
and a crazy-ass episode of Game of
Thrones. These two are great popular, critically-acclaimed dramas, but
they’re on complete opposite ends of the style spectrum. Mad Men’s seventh season
debut was gradual and calculated (as always), giving viewers a chance to fill
in the blanks between Season Six and now, speculate on what’s to come and read into every
little detail. And by detail, I mean Pete’s California Ken Doll look, which was
#flawless. Ratings were way down Sunday — the lowest-rated premiere since the second
season's in 2008. Some
attribute the drop to a lackluster episode, but the truth is probably that
everyone was too busy losing their shit over this week’s Game of Thrones to get into the cool Mad Men mood.
Without giving too much
away (and because I spoiled “the incident” for myself since I can’t stay off the damn
Internet — so I know it sucks), Thrones fans
who hadn’t already read the books were treated to a truly righteous, bubbly,
bloody scene this week that totally flips the script for many of our favorite
characters. Can’t these people get through one wedding without having to
immediately plan a funeral?
New movie trailers to hit
the Interwebz: bestseller-turned-likely blockbuster Gone Girl;
two red band previews for 22 Jump Street (The
starring Cameron Diaz and a manorexic Jason Segel, a comedy that’s exactly what
you think it’s about; and Jon Favreau’s take on the foodie world, Chef.
Aaand it looks like Jay-Z and Beyoncé
may tour together for a string of shows this
summer, so I need to go quit my job and fulfill
my dreams of being a roadie. Byé!
by Mike Breen
Huge Cincinnati summer music fest reveals a trio of performers for this year’s event
This morning, the annual Bunbury Music Festival, coming up July 11-13 and returning to Sawyer Point/Yeatman’s Cove along the Ohio River, announced the first acts for this summer’s event. Fall Out Boy, which won the People’s Choice Award for Favorite Alternative Band last night, will be joined at the fest by consistent Pop/Rock hit makers Paramore (who were up against FOB for that People’s Choice Award and are doing a co-headlining tour with the band this summer, something that leaked early, allegedly angering Paramore) and up-and-coming Danish alt-rockers New Politics (also on the FOB/Paramore jaunt).
The full lineup for the Bunbury Music Festival is scheduled to be announced next month. Tickets are on sale now; below are details:
One-day, Any-day: $55.00 (U.S.) Buy on layaway until January 31, 2014
Three-day: $130.00 (U.S.) Buy on layaway until January 31, 2014
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Hotel and Ticket Package: Buy one three-day, get one free. Book now
Please note that ticket prices will increase after February 15 and again after July 1.
Also this morning, it was announced that The Afghan Whigs, one of the best musical exports to ever come out of Cincinnati, are returning to the road in 2014 to play (at least) the Coachella festival in California this summer. (The full Coachella lineup, which was released this morning and includes Arcade Fire, OutKast and The Replacements, can be found here.) Sounds like a good fit for this year’s Bunbury lineup, too.
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Morrissey claims Coachella offered to make its 2010 festival "100% vegetarian" if he and guitarist Johnny Marr would reform as The Smiths and play the event; Justin Beiber and One Direction get Punk; and The New York Times reports on the struggles of the Fender guitar-making company amidst a poor economy and changing musical approaches and tastes.
by Mike Breen
Was the hologram 2Pac a glimpse into the future of "live" music?
It's always a baffling moment for me when one of the things many of us have joked about happening in the future actually happens in the future. "One day we'll just talk to the TV to change channels," we'd say, goofing around as we maneuvered the broomstick taped to the channel changer dial on (yes, ON) the television set so we wouldn't have to get off the couch to change it (more) manually. "Wouldn't it be cool if, like, we could go see Kajagoogoo in Cleveland this weekend, but just broadcast to us in the garage so we can chug Milwaukee's Best and do Whip-Its while we watched it?" we'd say, knowing Mom would let us borrow the station wagon to go see the New Wave megastars in Cleveland when pigs can fly or we can carry around all the books in the library in our pockets! Yeah, like that'll happen. But only because Kajagoogoo broke up years ago (and it did NOT end well). Last weekend, I was able to watch several artists perform at Coachella live, as it happened, while laying on my couch. Not naked, but also not sweating or getting run into constantly by some wasted "raver" in a purple Adidas jumpsuit shouting "Play 'Our House!'" while I'm trying to watch Madness.I don't think the latest watershed the-silly-future-is-now moment — Tupac Shakur appearing at Coachella in hologram form alongside Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre — was part of the live broadcast through YouTube. But enough people have seen footage of it now that it has become a super-high trending topic on our digital future-boxes with the interweb and the series of tubes and whatnot. I've been a bit shocked that the gimmick has elicited way more "OMG" responses that "WTF" ones. It is a neato technological trick and certainly warrants a lots of "Well I'll be"-type responses, but I've been bewildered that most of the commentary has been in the range of "tearful amazement" and "pure awe." This is based on some serious Twitter research, which has revealed how people like Katy Perry ("I think I might have cried when I saw Tupac") and Rihanna ("#IWASTHERE #STORY4myGrandKidz") reacted. I can only assume the "little people" feel the same way and are equally impressed. If you somehow haven't seen it, take a gander:I've made jokes in print about things like a "Hip Hopera," using it as something beyond the realm of possibility because it would be so cheesy and ridiculous. It's happened numerous times since. Never that successfully, because, you know, it's a Hip Hopera. I've used the dead-musician-hologram gag similarly — a far-fetched concept to play upon the ridiculous rate of technological advancement today and the greed of the music biz that might one day enable all the great dead artists of our time to be brought back to life as holograms and go on tour. Older artists could go out as their vintage selves — The Rolling Stones circa Beggars Banquet or Wu-Tang Clan circa Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) (… and EVERYONE shows up). "Bands" could do multinational shows simultaneously. And the only people really getting paid to tour would be the A/V geeks hired to run the equipment. It's such a bizarre concept; it's not supposed to ever actually come true. That's the kind of thing that makes jokes dated. And it's why The Jetsons still holds up. Robot maids — that shit's hilarious! As dazzled as everyone seems to be by the projection of a dead rapper fake-performing (even shouting out "Coachella," though, to be fair, they could have cobbled that together from a sample from when Tupac used to play Frisbee Golf there on spring break), could there actually be a market for a hologram act to "tour"? (Note: Yes, I realize the Tupac at Coachella wasn't actually a "hologram," so shut it.)Promoters, apparently, are going to find out if reports are true that Hologram2Pac might go on tour with Dr. Dre. Since the ghost cameo was the talk of the entire festival, Dre and Co. probably started planning it immediately. Especially after Shakur's mother gave her permission for the Coachella use and was reportedly amazed by how it came off.That could be a fun special effect as part of someone else's act, but could it ever go to the next level? Will there ever be a tour reliant on a holographic headliner? Would people pay to see that? I'm not equating a DJ concert with a film projection of a dead person, but put, say, hologram Elvis on Daft Punk's stage — with Daft Punk — and would it double or triple the usual Daft Punk draw on tour? I don't know if "The 1969 Beatles on Tour" or "Eddie Van Halen and His Fabulous Rotating Hologram Singers" would find an audience at this point. But I'm constantly amazed by what people love. Reality TV? Now That's What I Call Music compilations? Karaoke? Bon Iver? Every sitcom on CBS? We can do better.If you would have told me while I was listening to 2Pac's All Eyez On Me album in 1996 (and, honestly, trying to figure out why so many considered the man a genius) that one day within the next two decades a dead Shakur would be the talk of some huge festival ("It's like that Lollapalooza thing, ’cept it don't travel"), I would have spit Milwaukee's Best out of my nose. (Yeah, I didn't mature much.) I've watched as the concert experience — the actual, go-some-place-type of concert experience — has evolved in the past 20 years. The most talked about today is the phenomenon involving young people fiddling with their phones instead of "not paying attention" to the concert. I was, like many, annoyed/befuddled by the perceived lack of focus, but I realized something while watching Paul McCartney's Cincinnati concert at Great American Ballpark last summer that has helped me take a deep breath and just accept it. Everyone enjoys music — listening to it, watching it performed, absorbing it — in different ways. It was especially evident at the McCartney show because so many people had deep connections to the music being played, but they showed it — or expressed it — in different ways. I was intensely attentive and a bit internally emotional. I didn't talk a lot. My epiphany came when my girlfriend spoke to me while Sir Paul was introducing the next song. I could not imagine how insane someone must be to TALK while PAUL FREAKIN' MCCARTNEY WAS TALKING?! And then I realized how stupid that was. My way of experiencing the show was different than hers or from the hammered 60-something couple dancing with their eyes shut or the beaming kids with their parents or the teen with the smartphone tweeting. They all had fun. And they'll all remember it (and those who don't as well will have photos to help). So if Hologram2Pac is the next wave of live concert entertainment, I probably won't go to any of those concerts, but I won't make fun of people who do. Well, maybe just a little. Mostly because I won't be able to stop thinking about the early Saturday Night Live "fake commercial" promoting a concert residency, not long after Elvis died, starring Elvis' coat. That's one old music biz joke that hasn't come true. Yet. (Though EP did "tour" as video footage on big screens backed by a live band. And it did pretty damn well, from what I remember.)Elvis Presley's Coat from Walter Williams on VimeoMy recommendation is to do as I do, frustrated concertgoers. Accept our new hologram superstars. You never know — they might some day come to life and the world will be ruled by hologram images of great pop cultural icons originally crafted for beer commercials and personal appearances at car dealerships. President Sinatra, I supported you all along. (And now that I've made a joke about it, it has about a 600 percent better chance of happening.)
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Should Cleveland be offended that almost every major act
being inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame last weekend had at
least one no show? The Ohio city is supposed to get the induction
ceremony every three years now, but given how many honorees played hooky
this year, should the Rock Hall be thinking of, say, taking their
talents to South Beach?