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No, that is not what it cost to produce it. That’s what they want one person to pay. And by one person, I mean literally one because they are only manufacturing one single copy. It’s apparently a double album titled ‘Once Upon A Time In Shaolin’ that has taken the prolific group twenty plus years to finish. They will tour it through museums and the like before the final sale, with an entrance fee of $30-50 and heavy security to make sure no recording devices find their way anywhere near it. RZA and crew seem to be on a mission to turn music back into an collectible piece of art and its an interesting point, although one could argue that charging a million dollars for an album does equal harm to the “value” of music as giving it away for free does. At least people hear it when it’s free and can make a choice to financially support a band and their music by buying hard merchandise, attending shows etc. To me, someone owning a million dollar record just means they probably have more money than they need. Bragging rights among rich buddies doesn’t add any value to a composition of music.
“The idea that music is art is something we have advocated for years. And yet its doesn’t receive the same treatment as art in the sense of the value of what it is, especially nowadays when it’s been devalued and diminished to almost the point that it has to be given away for free. We’re making a single-sale collector’s item,” said RZA, “This is like somebody having the scepter of an Egyptian king.”
Well, at least they’ll know who leaked it online I guess. If you care, the full interview and explanation is right here on Forbes.com. Obviously.
Big shock to the metal world this morning with the announcement that Dave Brockie(Oderus Urungus), frontman for legendary thrash monsters Gwar has passed away at the age of 50. He was found in his home Sunday night. Police do not expect foul play.
Gwar has seemingly been around forever and for me personally was one of those band that while you may not like every album you always had to contemplate catching them live every time they came through your town. They made their name on wildly theatrical shows, employing grotesque costumes and gigantic stage props ranging from larger than life paper mache depictions of celebrities(usually about to be maimed in some way and filled with enough fake blood to fill a small swimming pool) to monstrous inflatable penises that would shoot goo all over the crowd. Venues would cover every surface in the venue with plastic in attempts to minimize the mess and wearing clothes you actually gave a shit about would be a mistake made only once. Gwar was a must see live band, and while I’m happy knowing I have more than a couple Gwar shows under my belt, it’s a little disheartening to know the option to attend another bloodbath will no longer be there for us minions who bowed at the feet of Antarctica’s greatest export.
Pest In Peace Mr. Urungus. You were truly one of a kind….
So the fine folks that run UK music magazine NME have decided to tell you what the 500 greatest albums of all time are. It is THE definitive list they say. I will assume that statement is being made tongue in cheek but I can guarantee nothing. I made it as far as number 4(that’s right, number 4) before turning my attention to more important tasks like finding Taco’s “Puttin On The Ritz”. It’s been stuck in my head all day. Great track. Check it out while pondering the notion that said list is actually meant to….wait for it……be taken seriously! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Seriously.
Here’s the top 25. Thanks to Brooklyn Vegan for typing all that out. I sure as hell wasn’t doing it. You can link the rest at NME.
NME’s Top 25 Albums of All Time
1. The Smiths – The Queen Is Dead
2. The Beatles – Revolver
3. David Bowie – Hunky Dory
4. The Strokes – Is This It
5. The Velvet Underground & Nico – The Velvet Underground
6. Pulp – Different Class
7. The Stone Roses – The Stone Roses
8. Pixies – Doolittle
9. The Beatles – The Beatles (White Album)
10. Oasis – Definitely Maybe
11. Nirvana – Nevermind
12. Patti Smith – Horses
13. Arcade Fire – Funeral
14. David Bowie – Low
15. PJ Harvey – Let England Shake
16. Joy Division – Closer
17. Public Enemy – It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back
18. My Bloody Valentine – Loveless
19. Arctic Monkeys – Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not
20. Radiohead – OK Computer
21. Kanye West – My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
22. Blur – Parklife
23. David Bowie – The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars
24. The Rolling Stones – Exile on Main St
25. Marvin Gaye – What’s Going On
Between the wall to wall coverage of whatever the hell Miley was up to last night and the “Oh God, Why??’s” of Justin getting back together with NSync, it seems to me that we as a people are regressing in general intelligence and it’s quite the sad state of affairs I tell you. I do not know how to fix it and to be honest I doubt I would even if I could. Because that’s just a lot of work for not a lot of kickback. But Gord, you ask, wouldn’t it be great if everybody liked exactly what you liked and you never had to hear the mind numbing drivel we’re bombarded with on a daily basis anymore? And the answer to that is no. No it would not be better. Because then you would just get sick of the good music being played all the time and you would basically end up hating what you want to actually like as opposed to just hating the shit. Its easier and less work to hate the shit. Just like it’s easier and less work to make the shit that I’m already complaining about. So I guess go ahead and call me a hypocrite for wanting to cut corners when it comes to hating the shit that cuts corners because I give exactly zero fucks. I’m really just aimlessly ranting so it looks like I actually put some effort into this post. And now I’m done. Here are two songs about wanting things.
Kanye West put out a new album a while back. It sucks. Bad. He also shares a songwriting credit with God on one track, according to Spotify. Whatever that’s about. It’s not so bad that he made a gazillion more dollars though. Granted, that’s probably more a statement on the embarrassing plight of society than it is anything else. Anyways, him and the ol’ lady are rich enough that they spent $750,000 on gold plated toilets to shit in. That’s right. $750,000. For shitting. Unfuckingbelievable. That’s all I have to say about that. UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE. What’s also unfuckingbelievable is that the word unfuckingbelievable doesn’t get highlighted as a spelling mistake. Take that, grade six spelling bee judges. Someone owes me a gold star.
Metallica’s Kill Em All came out 30 years ago today. Kind of fitting right now isn’t it? Do yourself a favor….