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Young man pay heed, you listen well to what I say
Posted on August 31, 2007 at 04:41 PM
Hi everybody!
It’s Friday again, and you know what that means: It’s time
for your weekly Thursday bulletin!
Andrew the Intern here I hate to say it but, well, I’m
afraid this will be my last bulletin to you as apparently my internship is
doing something called “ending” today. I tried to convince all the Fuse bigwigs
that they should let me stay, that they could really use a fulltime myspace
bulletin writer who receives generous pay, a comprehensive benefits package,
and an office with an ocean view and a rollercoaster. But they just kept saying
things like “A trained ape could do your job,” and “Who are you?” And
“Security, get this obnoxious young girl out of my office!” So there will be a
new intern to replace me soon, and I hope he or she sucks.
I know it’s sad, but I gotta buckle down and be a
professional here, one last time, so let me see if I can get through this
without crying. Next week… in our
studio… we will have singer-songwriter Jesse Malin. Also, the Dropkick Murphys.
Legendary punk rock/hip hop/skate photographer Glen E. Friedman will be
dropping by too, showing off his new book, Keep Your Eyes Open. It’s a
collection of photos of Fugazi, which incidentally is a band you darn kids should
check out if you haven’t. Not dropping by the studio will be me, Andrew the
Intern, because I won’t work here anymore.
Send in all your questions for these amazing artists, so
that someone other than me can go through them and give them to Steven, so he
can ask them. Thanks so much for all the questions you sent in response to
Cameron’s (GOD I MISS CAMERON!) email, and make sure you tune in to see Every
Time I Die and Motion City Soundtrack because, who knows, maybe we used yours!
Every Time I Die gave one of the funniest interviews I’ve ever seen, so make
sure to catch it.
And as always, keep your questions coming for Steven
himself. And remember, nothing is off limits—not “Steven, where is Andrew the
Intern?” not “Andrew’s coming back real soon, right?” and not even “Steven, I
think Andrew is immensely talented and should usurp your position as the host
of Steven’s Untitled Rock show and unmistakable face of Fuse television.”
Well folks, that’s all for this week. And I’m not crying,
that’s just the wind in my eye. No, really. There’s a draft in this cubicle.
It’s been a delight virtually talking to y’all, and with any luck it will
happen again one day. But there comes a time for a man to walk away.
Until then,
TTFE (ta-ta forever)
Andrew the Former Intern
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Explosive!
Posted on August 31, 2007 at 04:41 PM
Hey peoples! Quick ol'bulletin here before we heads out for Labor Day.
Couple things:
1.
It is with great sadness we say good-bye to our filthy intern Andrew.
He is leaving us to go back to school and, I don't know, learn
something. But he has grown here and not only in height but
in...stature. I'm sure you will miss his blog entries as I will. Until
the next intern starts on Tuesday.
2. Tomorrow night
(September 1st, 2007) is the final show of the great Explosion. My
heart is completely broken as they have been one of my favorite bands
for many a year. In fact, they were the first ever live performance the
Untitled. When we found out we could have live bands on the show, it
was unanimous - the Explosion. And now they are done. I will be there
at the Knitting Factory hoisting a class shouting "Here I Am."
Here I Am indeed.
Goodbye Andrew.
Goodbye Explosion.
Steven
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I Suck I Suck I Suck I Suck
Posted on August 22, 2007 at 12:53 PM
Man, am I sorry. I am the lowliest peon writhing in the bowels of my suckage.
I have failed you. All of you, most of you, some of you, couple maybe, not sure how many actually, but still I am humbled.
Last week in my post Projekt Revolution glee I failed to post my weekly bulletin. For penance I had my filthy interns caned firmly about the head and shoulders. I promise you, this will only happen a few more times. Bad interns!
Anyway, I just returned from frightful vacation down at the Jersey Shore. Family and friends were wonderful but the weather was not kind. I can only surmise a few of you with the powers of sorcery ruined the weather in your anger for my having neglected you. I admire your abilities and wish you would use your powers for good, such as convincing the Explosion not to break up.
Projekt Rev was a day of fun and friends. We chatted joyfully with our mates in Saosin, the twins and not twins of Madina Lake, Mike and Joe from Linkin Park, Ville and Mige of HIM fame, a jaunty chat with Mat and Adam of TBS, and a lenghty convo with a fine gentleman by the name of Gerard Way. Good times were had by everyone. Bam Margera even stole one of our beers.
Now I know you are aware of Everytime I Die and Motion City coming back on the Untitled, because the filthy have shown me there yet again way funnier than mine bulletins, so I don't need to ask you guys for questions. Actually, the filthy don't either cuz you all rule and stuff and give us the best questions ever. Seriously.
Right.
I hope you do forgive me my trespasses as I forgive you in yours against me.
I love Against Me! New Wave is an amazing record. Can't stop listening to it.
hugs,
Steven
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Inside the Warped Mind of an Intern
Posted on August 10, 2007 at 01:21 PM
Without further ado, the blog entry you have all been
waiting for: It’s the Andrew the Intern Warped Tour blog! As some of you have
noticed, I don’t get to go to a lot of things. It’s okay though, ‘cause last
weekend I got a ticket to Warped Tour in Uniondale,
I got up bright and early (for me) at
The Mercurial:
The Mercurial, for those not familiar (as I wasn’t until
this amazing set), are a local
The Matches:
I wasn’t familiar with their material but had a favorable
impression of them and they seemed like the most interesting band playing at
12:45. They are absolutely awesome. I thought I had them pegged as just a
pretty good pop-punk band, but they are so very much more, showing off a much
wider range of influences than I’d assumed, and I’m probably going to go pick
up their albums.
Gallows:
These Brits’ debut album just came out here in the US last
month, and I’ve been listening to it pretty literally non-stop since, and
Warped is their first US tour, so Gallows were probably the band I was most
excited to see. Their set was indeed a grand ol’ time despite a few unfortunate
circumstances. For one, they played early, at 2:00, and at the same time as
Circa Survive, and these factors resulted in way too small a crowd for such an
incredible band. I feel ashamed for my country. Two, Frank Carter, their lead
singer, was a bit under the weather, and the immense power of his pipes was
somewhat reduced. He came out onto the stage sipping Chamomile tea to soothe
his throat, pointing out that “it doesn’t make me any less of a man,” and
proving it by throwing everything he had into a short set of five songs.
There were only a few of us in the small crowd really into
it, but it didn’t even matter because their intensity was worthy of stadium
show anyway. I’m never that guy in the pit that tries to scream along into the
microphone when the singer comes down, but for a brief moment, Gallows made me
become that guy. They played their cover of Black Flag’s “Nervous Breakdown”
and it felt less like a concert than just hanging out with a few friends and
rocking out to a common favorite. They closed with the brilliantly shocking
“Orchestra of Wolves,” definitely the highlight of the set. As disturbing as
this song is, it’s far more disturbing to be one of a bunch of guys yelling
along with it. Perhaps most importantly, Frank left us all with some good news
at the end: they’re coming back to
Tiger Army:
Tiger Army is one of my favorite bands ever, and their third
album, “Ghost Tigers Rise” is in my desert island top ten. However, I am far
less fond of their most recent work, “Music from Regions Beyond.” Not calling
them “sellouts” or any such nonsense, it just doesn’t jive with me. Nonetheless
I was very happy to see them again ‘cause they always put on a great live show
regardless, and they didn’t disappoint. They’ve just gained a lot of buzz
recently, so there seemed to be a lot of newcomers in the crowd that didn’t
really know what the hell was going on and were determined to just stand and
stare, making for a static and boring pit of people I wanted to yell at for
being there and ruining things for the rest of us with their very presence.
Nevertheless, the band still mixed in plenty of old stuff
for us “hardcore” fans and it was a good time for all. Roughly half the songs
were from their first album or before, including the perhaps juvenile but still
awesome “Fuck the World,” which made some in the crowd incredibly happy. It was
surprisingly cool to see the new stuff live too, particularly when they busted
out the lap steel guitar for their new country song “Where the Moss Slowly
Grows.” They’ve done a slow country number like this one on each of their
albums, and this hadn’t been my favorite. Seeing it live though, it was clear
that it means a lot more to front man Nick13 than comes through on the
recording, and it was one of the highlights of the day. It also strengthened my
conviction that “Music from Regions Beyond” producer Jerry Finn is evil and can
ruin anything he sets his sights on.
Alkaline Trio:
I’m not really that into them, but they grew on me a bit as I
shuffled my way through their crowd to secure my spot in advance for:
Bad Religion:
Needless, to say, amazing and the best band there or
anywhere, ever. For perspective, Bad Religion essentially is to me what My
Chemical Romance is to all the kids these days. I grabbed my spot on the
barricade, front and center, and didn’t let go the whole time. People tried to
push me out, but I just smiled at them as I proudly shouted along with every
word of every song to show off just how much more I deserved that spot than
they! The band crammed in 11 songs, 8 of which were by Mr. Brett (Gurewitz,
their original guitarist and my favorite songwriter of all time), and one of
which was “Generator” (my favorite song of all time).
The only weird thing about this set for me was that Brett wasn’t there—he stopped touring with them a while back, being too busy running Epitaph records and all, and I still can’t get over that fact. They feel just a little bit like a karaoke band to me when they play his songs without him, but if so they’re a damn good one at least. I’ve always been fascinated by singer Greg Graffin’s ability to pour all the same emotion into Brett’s lyrics as he does his own. One day I shall have to make a pilgrimage to Los Angeles to finally see them all play together, but until then they’re still my favorite band to see anyway. I picked up a shirt from their merch tent with that infamous “crossbuster” logo on the front, and was very amused by the fact that the Bad Religion tent somehow ended up being right next to the Underoath tent. God and Kevin Lyman work in mysterious ways.
Bayside:
At 6:15, the last set of the day I paid much attention to. As
Long Island’s hometown heroes, these guys were able to mobilize their army of myspace
friends to help them win an extra ten minutes of stage time through a contest
sponsored by some battery company, so that was nice. It’s too bad Bad Religion
didn’t win of course, but at least Red Jumpsuit Apparatus didn’t either. Now no
offense if you’re a fan—I like ‘em too—but when I think Bayside, I don’t think
deadly mosh pit. Much to my surprise however, this band had easily the
deadliest one I experienced at Warped. It’s not because it was a violent one;
the Bayside fan is a gentle animal. Rather, the reason is twofold: one, Bayside
fans love to crowd surf, to the point
where the constant flow of bodies over my head was downright annoying, and two,
Bayside fans suck at supporting crowd
surfers. I have never seen this many people fall headfirst into asphalt in my
life, and I’m pretty sure some fairly serious injuries were sustained.
I will give you this, however, Bayside fans: your group
organizational skills are mind-boggling. Somehow during this set, a long alley
opened up in the middle of the pit, perpendicular to the stage, with a guy on
all fours in the front. Crazy people would then run down this alley at full
speed, jump off the guy’s back, and be catapulted into the air by a few lads
standing next to him. Hopefully, they would then be safely caught by the crowd
and carried over the barricade. That often did not happen. Whenever someone
fell, the crowd would just utter a collective “ooooh!” and then keep rocking
out—I believe this speaks both to the cold apathy that resides deep within us
all and to what a good show Bayside puts on. In any case, whoever spearheaded
this effort, if you’re reading this, you have my vote for president. Unless it
was you, Mitt Romney. Nice try though.
Well that about sums more than you could ever want to know
about my Warped experience, and I hope all of yours were equally awesome.
Live long and prosper [funny and hard-to-do-for-some-people hand gesture],
Andrew the Intern
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Rerun Over My Dog
Posted on August 9, 2007 at 01:38 PM
See the thing about summer is it's rerun city. Most networks are either
launching their silly mid-year programming or replaying all the shows
they know that work. But not us.
Oh,
no, we at the Untitled rock your pants to your ankles by covering every
damn festival we can find and interview the artists you love to listen
to and watch and listen to on our show. We cool like that.
After
sweating our teats off in Chicago for Lollapalooza where we waxed
poetic with the likes of Tokyo Police Club, laughed out loud with our
good friend Gary Lightbody of Snow Patrol, out-geeked Carlos D of
Interpol (you wanna talk Star Wars OH WE can TALK Star Wars,) we had
the ultimate untitled rock show guest, Mr. James Osterberg. You know
him as Iggy Pop.
The thing is people, he's where it started.
All the music you like, everything began with this man. I know, I know
you purists (like myself) know it was Velvet Underground then MC5 THEN
Iggy and the Stooges. But it was the Stooges who transformed it all and
were the first true punk band. Now they might argue this themselves,
not many bands who originated punk refer to themselves as punk, but
Iggy Pop is the man. The main man.
I remember it as if it was
this past Sunday. We went over to his dressing room where he was
sitting out front, shirtless of course, talking with fans. We circled
him with our cameras and he pointed at me, "I bet that's the guy, you
like the slightly endearing TV host guy!" Oddly, enough, I get that a
lot but never as eloquently as from the man himself. He asked me to
come sit next to him, at 60 plus he's still in way better shape than
me. And most people to be honest.
And here's the best part,
never, in my five years of interviewing, has anyone ever started an
interview by asking ME a question, Iggy looks at me and says, "Before I
do this, I want to know, where were born and where'd you grow up?' HOW
COOL IS THAT? Iggy Pop caring about getting to know me before we spoke.
Answer: Pretty Damn Cool. Made my whole year.
I just thought I'd share that with you guys.
Cuz we're friends and all.
And
since we're friends I wanted to let you know you can find all things
Untitled on your cellular telephone device any time you wish by texting
FUSEM or 3-8-7-3-6 Standard text messaging rates do indeed apply. I
would pay for them if I could. You know I would.
Hugs Galore!
Steven
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We Represent the Lollapalooza Guild!
Posted on August 2, 2007 at 10:26 AM
My fellow Untitlers,
Andrew the Intern here wishing you a happy Thursday from
Anyway, while I’m back at the office teaching myself the
trapeze, the crew is going to be talking to some amazing acts for us all.
Currently, we know we have Interpol, Modest Mouse, and Tokyo Police Club. And
maybe, just maybe, punk rock legend
and Untitled dream interviewee Iggy Pop! As you know, he’s pretty much too cool
to do interviews, but we just might be cool enough so cross your fingers, cross
your heart, and spill a whole jar of salt for that one. And if you’re attending
Lollapalooza, make sure to stop by and say hi! The team will also be giving you
all a lovely tour of Chicago to
show you all the spots where some of your favorite bands like Fallout Boy and
Plain White Ts got started.
Many thanks to everyone who replied to Morgan the Other
Intern’s plea with all your questions this week! They are terrific as always
and I just can’t wait to see the looks on these artists’ faces when they hear
them. Make sure to keep tuning in to see if yours makes it, and keep sending in
your questions for anyone you’d like to see on the Untitled. And of course,
keep your questions coming for Steven. Nothing is off limits—not where the beef
is, not where the cream filling is, and not “What did your intern mean by those
references? I’m only 14!” Oh yeah, and not why he tries to subvert my bulletins
by sending out “secret” pre-bulletin bulletins (oh yes, Esteban, I am on to
you)!
Meanwhile, Warped Wednesdays are continuing and we’ve still
got a lot of dandy stuff to show you, so… watch
them! That’s really all I have to say about those, ‘cause I know you will.
If you’re going to Warped in NY this weekend, a few of us at the Untitled will
be there too—you don’t know who we are of course, but you might feel our
presence as we emit a powerful aura of ROCK.
Oh, and the answers to last week’s guess the intern gender
contest: Morgan is a girl and Cameron is a guy. There were no winners, but
better luck next time!
Finally, I would like to address one issue. Last week I sent
out a bulletin to you all purporting to give away a key plot point in the final
Harry Potter novel (that Dumbledore and Voldemort are actually the same
person). After receiving a number of death threats as a result (a Fuse intern
first as far as I know!), I would like to assure you that this was nothing more
than a joke, and the truth is that Hermione is Voldemort’s daughter and has
secretly been working for him the whole time. I hope this clears things up.
Toodles,
Andrew the Intern
P.S. KIDDING! Kidding.
P.P.S. Or am I?
P.P.P.S. Yes. Yes I am.
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Ain't No Lollapalloozer
Posted on August 1, 2007 at 01:02 PM
Whutup peeps! Esteban here with an early bulletin for your butts.
Usually, these come on Thursdays but I'm off to Chi-Town so I thought
I'd make an exception and send it out today. I also failed to mention
it to our intern Andrew who does a fine job writing better than me and
fulfilling my posting duties when on the road. He'll send one too and
it'll be funny cuz he won't know I did this. tee-hee titter titter
So,
what's new. First of all I want to say what a pleasure it was meeting
everyone out at the Scranton, PA and Maryland Warped shows. Especially,
the one in Maryland because I'm from Northern Virginia and it meant a
lot to me to represent the DC metropolitan area. Also, my best friend
came by and marveled how we were so swamped with interviews we didn't
have time to see any bands. Tis true. But that's how we roll to bring
you the rock you so very dearly desire.
And now off to
Lollapalooza where our fine rock ass's will be interviewing rock's
finest. I'm not giving anything away, I won't, I shan't, I - can't. But
it's going to be awesome.
much like you.
my pants are on fire.
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