today is matt good’s 35th birthday

i didn’t know this until i got an email from one of his fans who dropped it in there as an aside, but i guess this proves matt and i arent gay lovers.

matt was born on a glacier in the north pole. because of global warming he came down to civilization to yell at those responsible.

i met him on a sunny day on venice beach and put a dollar in his guitar case after he played some molly hatchet for me.

taller in person than he appears on disc, matthew knows what he likes and will happily tell you about it.

favorites include apple computers, news.bbc.co.uk, american guitars, vancouver, and of course his dogs.

every band or recording artist has a pattern when it comes to their fans. some fans want to know every detail, some fans are totally forgiving and loyal, some whisper behind their back, some are only there during the peaks.

matt good fans are totally dedicated, knowledgeable, and incredibly sweet.

matt is also suprisingly trusting. the man has told me many secrets. maybe he just understands that we at the xbi know everything anyway, so you may as well fess up,

but matt has shown me the respect of trust and for that i have also shared some good tales with him as well.

the day after i no longer worked for buzznet i wasnt feeling so great and i was driving a stolen car down the 405.

it had no roof.

it was a convertible but the ible had been converted to $50 or something so there i was in a late model buick or ford with no roof.

i know this because it was very windy with no roof and matt called my cell phone after he read my blog. we talked and made plans and then he played his new hit single for me. it was a great song and you will all love it when you get to hear it. its a tune about a tidal wave and lots of the words struck me even while in a foul mood, even while in a stolen vehicle, even without having the best reception on the cell phone as the wind wipped around that old bucket.

and then he called a judge in new york to help free lil kim.

your favorite son is a talented bastard and you should be proud of him.

happy birthday mr good, may you have 135 more of them.

matthew good dot org + bbc + raymi

i didnt enjoy my shopping experience

because everything suddenly looked great, and i wanted all of it.

they had full
def comedy jam bright purple or blue or teal pimp suits for $100. id ask the guy how long it would take to alter it and he’d say ahhh 15 minutes. they all said that.

last night i went to two concerts. first hawksley workman at the viper room and then Love at the whiskey. i totally enjoyed myself at the hawksley show and canada, that dude is the real deal.

and i was watching the Love show where i was supposed to meet my date and i saw the opening band and then i talked to mike randall who’d been playing with Arthur Lee in Love for a long while and my date showed up and she didnt look too good.

i mean she looked good. but she looked sick. apparently she had been drinking.

and apparently she wanted me to go home with her because she was afraid she would puke in her roommates bedroom as its something that she says she likes to do when shes drunk.

so i felt bad for missing my bro mike but a fascinating thing happened as i was holding her hair in one of the filthiest bathrooms ive ever been in in a hollywood apartment, i realized that hot girls get away with murder. especially if they have good taste in music.

walk into the place and janes addictions nothings shocking is on. i was all, whos home? shes like, o i just like music playing all the time, its my cd jukebox. and there it is a 200 disc old school cd player.

its 420 and i really wanted to see superman today but i was up so late i didnt wake up till 1. wtf time schedule is that?

i dont even know if the cubs won.

anyways heres what you do when you go to a hot girls house who has like antique furniture everywhere and like 12 bed spreads for some reason and your head keeps saying omg youre not going to get naked in that bed, those spreads must have been washed like twice in ten years

what you do is you pray

and you listen to her brush her teeth and hum in the bathroom because shes feeling better now, and you scan the room for somewhere that you can do what you need to do, and there are no big comfy chairs or ottomans or coffee tables,

and since youve never been with her before, you consider the wall

evil china doll + neil + the void

tsar

a year ago yesterday


band girls money
tvt records

why is this man smiling?

because this is the tsar record he’s been waiting for for 6 and a half years.

this is the garagey isla vista punk pop that was pretty much missing five years ago when tsar’s self titled debut came out on hollywood records.

on that record you had to wade through miles of gloss to get the the heart of the rock. here its in your face, but clear and as sharp and dangerous as a ripped beer can.

everyones heard the title track from the nestle crunch commersh and from the band’s website and myspace page, so I Wanna Get Dead is the kick to the head that sets the tone for the rest of the record. its gonna be fun its gonna be poppy its gonna be tight and its gonna have lyrics that will have you thinking is he serious cuz i hope hes not serious.

lets hope hes not serious.

The Love Explosion is a song that personally i dont like but thats me. i dont like it because it sounds like the theme to a disney channel tv show. but the good news is we get to hear the tsar horn section for the first time. they’ll be better later on.

Superdeformed is an obvious beatles tip of the hat and if you know me you know theres nothing i like less than an obvious beatles tip of the hat. still, strangely, against my will, the heart has a soulful center thats irresistable.

and even though i dont know where i am
dude, i know where im at

and does he wish us Shalom at the end of the song?

Straight busts in kicking ass and taking names. apparently the narrator wants to establish that he’s “straight”. hes a moustache man. theres a two guitar attack. this was the music from the nissan commercial. it sounds like an off road anthem. hes straight each and every way. he bends like a stick. best riff on the album full of riffs.

straight. its the new style
every dianetic on the miracle mile
knows im straight

he screams he rocks he wails he protests far too much and the drum roll right right before the end is perfect.

what follows is Wrong. my favorite tsar song in a long time.

warriors, i saw them come out to play

i love it because its a perfect jeff whalen recording. theres vocal fun. theres sex drugs rock references. theres those harmonies that are tsar tsar tsar theres great guitar solos weird choruses

turn and run fast boy

theres whalen blaming blaming blaming and then yelling and then some of the most beautiful chord changes that lead into dans best guitar solo that just goes on into the distance and if i die tomorrow and someone has to stand up and say something at my wake say if theres one thing tony hated about the years after grunge died was there have been pussy ass butt smugglers who cant play guitar filling up the airwaves, hes glad hes dead because rocks been dead for the last 10 years, the rare exception being tsar

go glam the conquerer worm
defender of the american way
a friend to the weak the smug the huddled thugs
a waste of money, its sad but true
but in the morning it will feel alright
set a course of magnetic strips for a broken heart
we are screaming toeing the line
and disposable by design

all i know is i could have sworn that its been at least a decade since whalen dropped acid, but these killer lyrics say otherwise.

track 9 is Startime, the best song on the album. i know i said Wrong was but i was wrong

feedback snarling guitar ancy drums a regroup and a wham

and take a sample of these lines

la is the place to be
and if it aint as shocking as it used to be
take the bullet out your head put it back in the gun
put your finger on the trigger

my brothers are all proud rockers
wild and aloof and trippin on acid

maybe you live like a suicide
hell someones gotta stand up and die

cuz youre the young lee harvey
man youre david koresh
and if you dont like that why dont you go home
and watch some tivo fucker

the hey yeah never let me down

and then the horns come in and fight the guitars and drums.

the welch whalen finale You Can’t Always Want What You Get cleanses our palettes and the cd is done at a little over 33 minutes which whalen has always said records should be: quick fast perfect and out.

and this one rocks.

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