
Kathy Fennesy has found a new thing from Field Music you might like.
Also, if you haven't watched that white-board video yet, you gotta.
I just can't get this song out of my head. Occupy your farm, imaginary narrator of the song. Occupy your farm.
It's all about Bob Mould, the singer of Hüsker Dü. It begins:
Bob Mould was the singer of Hüsker Dü. I was so excited to see his book, See A Little Light, on a shelf at Barnes & Noble last week while I was looking for cat calendars...
You might want to avoid Broadway right now.
Grant Ellis sent in some video.
Right here.
People who will not be named talking shit on Lisa Dank.
Follow our baby-stealing Block Party coverage all weekend long HERE.
This morning, Grant told you about Google Music Beta, which is a cloud-based music locker.
This afternoon brings news that Google will delete pirated and other illegal music from your Google Music account. That for sure opens up a whole new field of questions about privacy and what the definition of legal digital music actually is. Read more about it on Line Out.

What do you get when you cross teenybop music with teabagger politics? Turn your eyes to Line Out and dig the vacuum.
Here's what's happened in the last 24 hours at SXSW: Kelly O saw Bad Brains and the Black Lips, Jason Baxter ate the best meal of his life, Grant Brissey had a racist cab ride, and Toby Crittenden met James Blake.
Don't give a shit about SXSW? Well that's okay! Local music-making duo Brain Fruit check in from India.
Also: It's St. Patrick's Day! So Brian Cook and Nipper have some festive music for you to listen to here and here.
Dimbleby & Capper and Night Sun get some love, too.
And you know what else today is? It's Billy Corgan's birthday! And Derek Erdman is celebrating.
There's literally a fuck-ton (fuckton?) more music-related magic here.
No matter how much you hate me, you must, you have to hate Eddie Vedder more. Please help me beat this Vedder chap. I would be destroyed if I lost; it would mean nothing to him if he won.
Reports are coming in that Microsoft's iPod rival is dead at age 5.

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Ke$ha's new video involves unicorns, gunfights, rainbows, glitter, and James Van Der Beek, and I don't know what to think of it. It's good, maybe? Anyway: You can watch it over on Line Out.
So, STG is taking over the Neptune Theater. But what exactly will they be doing to it?
Well, basically, they're going to do a little remodeling/restoration, they're going to start hosting live performances, and they're going to continue to do some film programming.
Let's cut to the press release!
Actually, it's not "fucking lame" that the U-District's Neptune Theater, which is closing, is going to be reopened as a live performance venue by Seattle Theater Group. STG is an awesome non-profit that does a lot of good for Seattle by preserving historic theaters like the Moore and the Paramount as well as putting on shows. So the U-District loses one of three (oops, four) movie theaters; it gains a live music venue. End of the day, though, the Neptune gets preserved, which is the very opposite of fucking lame.
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Video by Jeff Albertson
I've never been an absolutist when it comes to reunion/nostalgia tours—some are good, some are bad, and it has everything to do with the band, the material, and how they play the whole situation. I'd take a reunited-with-no-new-material Pavement than a won't-stop-can't-stop Smashing Pumpkins Billy Corgan any day (I understand what he means, still don't give a fuck). So the past year or so of mostly '90s mostly indie rock reunions has been great for me. No qualms here except for when's the Jawbreaker reunion and how come nobody booked Cap'n Jazz out here over the summer and for fuck's sake, Seattle, please get your shit together and don't make the same mistake with Pulp.
And, of course, part of the reason I'm so wholeheartedly behind some of these reunions is that I never got a chance to see the acts the first time around. Such is the case with Galaxie 500, a band I never even heard until around the year 2000 (via their cover of Joy Division's "Ceremony"), a full decade after they'd broken up. Last night, Galaxie 500 frontman Dean Wareham played a set of the band's songs (backed by a full band including wife/collaborator Britta Phillips), and it was everything I could have hoped for. Even if I did only catch the tail end of "Snowstorm" due to a bum tip about set times.
You have to forgive an act a bad show or two. Technical difficulties happen, bands get drunk, sometimes you just have an off night. And really, if your favorite band only ever played technically perfect shows, odds are your favorite band is a bore.
So let me begin this review of Das Racist’s hot mess of a show last Friday at Chop Suey by saying I ain’t mad at them—cue concerned parent voice—just disappointed.

Last night, Damon Albarn's cartoon band Gorillaz took Plastic Beach, their most cohesive and best album to date (even without a single as big and defining as "Clint Eastwood"), and exploded it into one of the most ambitious live concert revues I have ever seen. At any given time, underneath a giant video projection screen and light-up letters spelling the band's name, there were a couple dozen musicians onstage (a friend said the onstage total with crew numbered over 100), including an all female string section in nautical attire (a popular look among the audience as well), an all male brass band, a Syrian string and percussion ensemble, four back-up singers, two drummers, two keyboardists, and the Clash's Mick Jones and Paul Simonon on guitar and bass. Guests included Bobby Womack, De La Soul, Little Dragon's Yukimi Nagano, Kano, Bashy, and Bootie Brown. For a cartoon band, Gorillaz put a lot of stock in bringing out the real musicians. (Surely they must know this can all be done with computers these days?)
It's a good day to be a Pearl Jam fan—the band is auctioning off an autographed Fender Standard Telecaster FSR to raise money for the Andy Kotowicz Family Foundation. Read more about the cause and find out how to bid on the guitar, here.

Sufjan Stevens' new album, The Age of Adz, is a big, complicated, ambitious, conceptual album—even by his (partially) established "50 States" standards. Luckily, last night at the Paramount, he was happy to explain.
"These new songs are songs of heartache, heart sickness, disease, and mental illness, all rendered through the lens of apocalypse, the end of the world. Because there's no healthier way to view love-sickness than through the myths and standardizations of the end of the world. I know it's a little dramatic...but it pays the bills."
You just might be able to, because we're giving away a pair of tickets for Wednesday's show at the Paramount!
Back in town for the first of two nights at the Paramount to make up for their sudden cancellation at Marrymoor last month, Vampire Weekend were appropriately apologetic and gracious last night. "It's not a Sunday in the Park," said singer/guitarist Ezra Koenig, "but thanks for being here....we can pretend it's a nice summer day."
The internet says Justin Bieber said "I feel like the Kurt Cobain of my generation." Sometimes the internet lies, though. But whether he said it or not, now the internet is hoping Justin Bieber will kill himself.
Do you think he said it? Do you think it's okay to wish suicide on a 16-year-old kid, even if that 16-year-old kid is Justin Bieber? Vote in the very official Line Out poll!
You have to send exactly one e-mail to enter. Find out where to send it here.

Got a moustache and a low cut vest
Some purple leggings
and a sailor tat
Just one gear on my fixie bike
got a plus one here for my gig tonight
I play synth...
We all play synth
20-20 vision just a pair of empty frames
The video is up on Line Out. (Use the comments to yell about people who dress differently than you or do stuff that you don't enjoy doing!!!)
Also, an addendum here.