Indie Paws has published my favorite review of the album so far — not because it’s positive, but because the writer doesn’t just assume the album’s supposed to be funny since it’s by some guys who used to be in Too Much Joy.
I mean, Toplessis a 16-song concept album that comes complete with a 3,000 word essay about the intersection of art and commerce, yes? It’s not trying to be War and Peace, but it’s not a Three Stooges marathon, either.
So, thanks to Trey (that’s all the by-line says) for paying attention. I buy you a metaphorical beer, sir.
Today’s the street date for Topless at the Arco Arena. If you pre-ordered it through us, your package should have arrived by now (shoot admin@wonderlick.com a note if you haven’t received it).
The band will be doing another Wine Time with Wonderlick webcast this Saturday night, 7/11, at 6pm PST. Tune in, and bring your own bottle of wine — if you have a webcam, you can broadcast yourself as you watch (it’s actually kind of fun when everyone toasts one another). We’re contemplating starting an advice segment, so if you have any relationship or mother-in-law problems, send them in before Saturday, and Wonderlick will distribute sage advice to you during the chat.
We’ll also be performing a few songs and getting interviewed on KUSF on Sunday afternoon, sometime between 4 and 6pm PST. You can listen live here.
Here’s a nice little blurb about the album from philly.com.
Oh, that picture is a drawing of Johnny Cash I apparently made in 1970, when I was 5 years old. It fell out of an old scrapbook last night, and seemed worth sharing, since “The Possibilities” is based on a clip of Mr. Cash appearing on The Tonight Show in 1964.
Album comes out on Tuesday, so reviews are trickling in. Here are two — one from Chicagoist, and one from Skopemag. The former likes it, the second decidedly does not, though the writer seems to be reviewing our lives rather than our album. Sigh.
I have a friend who called me a Yuppie Punk once. When I complained, she insisted that it was a compliment, and that she wants to be one someday, too.
To promote the video for “This Song is a Commercial,” the label’s put together a contest. Basically, you send in video of yourself dancing to our song, and you get entered to win a portable MP3 player plus a year’s subscription to Rhapsody (we’ll probably load the player up with Wonderlick’s collected works, as well).
We’re planning on splicing together the footage we receive for our next video, so whether or not you win the sweepstakes, you’ll probably wind up in a Wonderlick music video. You can enter here:
We’ll get it up on the Press page later today. Looks like I’m already repeating lines between interviews — a bad habit I try to avoid, but I’m out of practice.
In other news, Abby tells me she’s pleased with video, but won’t show it to any of her friends, “because there’s a vibrator in it.” I was laughing about that with video’s producer, Lauren Tabak, who was equally mystified. “Really?” she said. “It’s not the hardcore pornstar? The heaps of gay? Dad?”
If you haven’t seen the video yet, it awaits you below.
Over the next week or so we’ll be tricking out the Music and Buy Things pages with a bunch of widgets from our buddies at Topspin, so as a combination test/preview, we figured we’d get things started with a sneak peek at the lead track from Topless at the Arco Arena. Take a listen:
Lots more to come soon. In the meantime, let us know how it sounds.
Operation Ivy’s one album was brilliant — clearly inspired by the Clash, but somehow still it’s own thing. Rancid records, on the other hand, never gave me that same feeling of building something new and glorious on top of hallowed ground. They were catchy enough that I dutifully obtained most of them, and ripped them into my portable mp3 player, but I never genuinely loved them as albums.
And yet, when a Rancid song crops up on shuffle play in between the 18,000 other tunes it’s competing with on said device, I usually find myself happily surprised. So when I got a tweet from @Punknews pointing me to this video earlier today, I clicked through, somewhat eager but, as usual, not expecting a whole lot.
There doesn’t seem to be a whole lot here. But I have been watching it incessantly all day (to the point where I’m now getting more excited every time I recognize some East Bay “landmark,” like Golden Gate Fields, where Donna and I won $65 after she talked me into taking a day off work just to fuck around).
There’s something big hiding inside small pleasures like that.