The Replacements have reunited to record a new EP of cover songs that will come out later this year.
Only 250 copies of the 10-inch vinyl EP will be pressed, and all will be auctioned online, according to Rolling Stone. Sales of the EPs will go to assist Slim Dunlap, who served as the band’s guitarist from 1987-1991. He had a stroke in February.
Singer Paul Westerberg and bassist Tommy Stinson cut the tracks in a Minneapolis studio in late September to cut the tracks. Drummer Chris Mars did not take part: Peter Anderson plays drums on the EP, while Kevin Bowe played guitar.
Among the tracks the foursome recorded were Hank Williams’ “Lost Highway,” and “Everything’s Coming Up Roses” from the Broadway musical “Gypsy.” (?!?!)
Remarkably, after breaking up 20 years ago and being subject to reunion rumors every so often that have been consistently shot down, this time Westerberg says the studio time may actually lead to a more collaboration. “It’s possible,” Westerberg told Rolling Stone. “After playing with Tommy last week, I was thinking, ‘All right, let’s crank it up and knock out a record like this.’ I’m closer to it now than I was two years ago, let’s say that.”
Given how quickly they knocked out these songs, which also include a cover of Gordon Lightfoot’s “I’m Not Sayin’” and Dunlap’s “Busted Up,” they could record a new album in a day. “Tommy and I strapped on guitars, not a word was said, and ‘bang’,” says Westerberg. “We still rock like murder.”
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The Replacements have reunited to record a new EP of cover songs that will come out later this year.
"Seven Psychopaths" is one of those films that you can't fully sum up just by describing the plot or the characters, because it seems like it's playing a lot of games with the viewer at all times.
Taken just on the surface, as a plot-driven comedy, it's fun. In my review of the film from the Toronto Film Festival, where it played as part of the Midnight Madness section, I talked about how it also serves as an "Adaptation"-style deconstruction of the creative process. That's a hard thing to sell to an audience, though, and it's basically just the gravy. If the film didn't work as a character comedy first, it wouldn't work at all, and thanks to both the sharp writing and the dizzyingly funny performances, it absolutely works on that level.
My favorite film of all time is playing theaters Thursday night, and if you've never seen it, or if you've never seen it theatrically, now's your chance.
I know that many people view "Lawrence Of Arabia" as something that sounds like it's going to be homework. I try to go see the film every time it plays LA in 70MM, and last time I went, I was joined by a friend who had never seen it. He confessed that he was worried about the homework issue and that the film's length intimidated him. "Tell you what," I said, "if you still think this is homework by the time the intermission rolls around, you should feel free to leave." When we reached the intermission, he looked over at me, wide-eyed, and I could tell he wasn't going anywhere.
"Lawrence" is as theatrical a film experience as I can imagine, huge and epic, with scenes that I find almost impossible to imagine anyone actually staging and shooting. It is a tremendous film both as entertainment and art, and with the Blu-ray arriving in stores on November 13, Sony decided to show off the new restoration, an update on the amazing work done by Robert Harris and his team in 1989, something you need a theatre screen to fully appreciate.
Did you catch the debate tonight? Most seem to agree: no matter your politics, Jim Lehrer loses. Okay, maybe that's harsh. And you heard Romney, Lehrer has a pink slip coming anyway.
In any case, much has been made of Steven Spielberg's desire to keep "Lincoln" out of the election cycle so as to not be seen as attempting to impact the proceedings. Hence the AFI Fest premiere and a November release AFTER the election. Regardless, Disney isn't above using the occasion to drum up interest in the movie, and so a new two-minute TV spot aired tonight with the debate.
I get the feeling no one wrangles Bruce Willis.
Most of the time when a publicist wants to organize an interview, everything is rigorously scheduled. I've had several phone interviews this week, and in every case, there has been a flurry of e-mails and phone calls ahead of time to pin things down, including in almost every case a pre-call call just to make sure I'm really where I'm supposed to be and the conversation is really going to happen.
I got an e-mail from Sony asking if I'd be interested in talking to Bruce Willis about "Looper," and the answer to any query about whether or not you want to talk to Bruce Willis is, of course, "yes." I sent back my affirmation and then waited for a follow-up.
A full day and a half later, my phone rang, and I answered, right in the middle of trying to talk my kids into putting on pants. It was post-school, and they have recently decided on an all-underwear policy when they're relaxing after school, something I'm trying to discourage. In the middle of a debate that largely consisted of me saying things like, "I don't know why! You just need pants!", I picked up the phone, distracted and not expecting anyone in particular.
"Hi. Is this Drew?"
"Hi, Drew. This is Bruce Willis."
Farewell, "X Factor" auditions. We had some fun with you, but it's finally time to move on to something else. Anything else.
It's time for Boot Camp, which would be a lot like Hollywood Week on "American Idol," except that it's in Miami and, therefore, is completely different.
Wednesday's (October 3) episode is only an hour because of the debate, so let's get down to the business of singing!
When the Academy announced a fortnight ago that they were pulling next year's Oscar nominations announcement a full five days forward from the initially scheduled date, you'd have been forgiven for thinking -- from the howls of anguished confusion, rippled with the odd delighted cackle, across the Oscar blogosphere -- that they'd instead ruled all non-3D features ineligible for awards, or at least appointed James Franco the ceremony's solo host.
Some pundits' sense of disorientation was guilelessly geeky: We'll now know the Oscar slate for Best Film Editing before we do the Eddie nominees? Sacre bleu! Others, however, responded in a more conspiracy-minded fashion, sensing in the shift an open hostility to subordinate awards-season events. The rather specious explanation offered by the Academy for the move was that it was to allow voters more time to see the nominated films -- that it simultaneously allows them less time to see the far larger pool of films hunting for nominations was left tactfully unsaid.
In the last few days, the music world has had two episodes—one personal with Jason Aldean and one professional with the Foo Fighters’ Dave Grohl—that were dealt with directly and swiftly. As we head into the first presidential debate tonight, it seems to me that our politicians could learn a lot from how these issues were handled. In both cases, the artists acknowledged how important their voters, I mean fans, were to them and addressed the issues with clarity and, above all, honesty.
We’ll take the thornier one first. As Hitfix readers know, we don’t traffic in gossip, so we stayed away from reporting about country superstar Jason Aldean’s “run-in” with a woman at a bar in Los Angeles. But as you’ve probably seen by now, bright and early Sunday morning, photos of Aldean and former “American Idol” contestant Brittany Kerr appeared on TMZ. To use a beloved tabloid term, the two appeared to be “canoodling” just slightly more innocently than the level of the Kristen Stewart and Rupert Sanders. There were plenty of photos to incriminate Aldean, a married man, for acting inappropriately.
Within hours of the photos first surfacing, Aldean, who has a new album coming out Oct. 16, responded via Twitter and his FB page:
“I wanted to talk to you directly, so you were hearing the truth from me and not just reading allegations made about my personal life on gossip websites. The truth is that I screwed up. I had too much to drink, let the party get out of hand and acted inappropriately at a bar,” Aldean wrote. “I left alone, caught the bus to our next show, and that’s the end of the story. I ultimately ended up embarrassing my family and myself. I’m not perfect, and I’m sorry for disappointing you guys. I really appreciate being able to work through this privately with my family and for all your continued support.”
Here’s what Aldean did right:
*He tweeted the message instead of having it sent through his publicist, which, even though she undoubtedly held his hand in the process, gave it the feel that he was speaking directly to his fans, which is very important to country music fans who value the direct connect with artists.
*He owned up to his mistake without assigning blame to the photographers or Kerr or anyone else. He doesn’t say his actions were misinterpreted, nor does he feel any need to over explain. He takes responsibility and does not pass the buck.
*He stopped any potential rumors over whether their dalliance continued after he left the bar by stressing he left alone, etc... (of course, now he has a big old bullseye on his back and heaven help him if it comes out this was more than an isolated incident or there is more to this particular story).
*He apologizes without groveling to his fans, many of whom, according to message boards, seem all to willing to give him a pass and brand Kerr as a “slut” and “homewrecker.” He also mentions his family, but doesn’t apologize to them publicly as Stewart did to Rob Pattinson in her heartfelt, but cringeworthy, statement.
On Saturday, while playing the Global Citizen Festival in New York with his band the Foo Fighters, Grohl struck terror in the heart of the band’s fans when he announced from the stage that the band had no shows planned after this and “I don’t know when we’re gonna do it again.” Grohl said something similar when playing a U.K. festival this summer, but it didn’t set off the same panic.
Tuesday, aware that many fans wanted some clarification, Grohl’s publicist sent out a letter from him, which we originally ran yesterday.
Dave here. Just wanted to write and thank you all again from the bottom of my heart for another incredible year. (Our 18th, to be exact!) We truly never could have done any of this without you...
Never in my wildest dreams did I think Foo Fighters would make it this far. I never thought we COULD make it this far, to be honest. There were times when I didn't think the band would survive. There were times when I wanted to give up. But... I can't give up this band. And I never will. Because it's not just a band to me. It's my life. It's my family. It's my world.
Yes... I was serious. I'm not sure when the Foo Fighters are going to play again. It feels strange to say that, but it's a good thing for all of us to go away for a while. It's one of the reasons we're still here. Make sense? I never want to NOT be in this band. So, sometimes it's good to just... put it back in the garage for a while...
But, no gold watches or vacations just yet... I'll be focusing all of my energy on finishing up my Sound City documentary film and album for worldwide release in the very near future. A year in the making, it could be the biggest, most important project I've ever worked on. Get ready... it's coming.
Me, Taylor, Nate, Pat, Chris, and Rami... I'm sure we'll all see you out there... somewhere...
Thank you, thank you, thank you...
Here’s what Grohl did right:
*He thanks his fans in a way that is genuine...repeatedly.
*He assures the fans that this is a hiatus, not an end. He doesn’t have much more to say than he did on Saturday, other than to say that the Foo Fighters are “my life.” It’s nice to hear that a band means as much to the artist as it does to the fans. Sometimes, it doesn’t feel that way.
*He reassures, but doesn’t make any promises he can’t keep. Fans are no closer to knowing when they will get new music, if ever, from the Foo Fighters. There’s ambiguity and the fans have to live with that, but there’s also not the feeling that he’s leaving something left unsaid.
*Fans know where to find him. During the hiatus, he’ll be working hard on the documentary. He’s not disappearing.
Both of these statements could pass factcheck.org’s honest test.
As far as the latest dust-up between “American Idol” judges Mariah Carey and Nicki Minaj, we’ll leave that one to Nigel Lythgoe to figure out.
Richard Stark wrote 24 novels about Parker, and yet we've got no less than three film versions of the first book now, including Taylor Hackford's "Parker," where Jason Statham will step into the shoes once filled by both Lee Marvin ("Point Blank") and Mel Gibson ("Payback") in previous adaptations.
At some point, I'd love to hear the story of why this one particular novel keeps getting adapted while the rest of the series, which contains some truly remarkable books, has yet to really be mined as source material. Sure, Godard adapted one of the books loosely as "Made In USA" in the '60s, and there was another French film called "Mise a Sac" that used "The Score" as source material, also in the '60s. Jim Brown played a renamed version of Parker in "The Split," and Robert Duvall played a renamed Parker in "The Outfit". But we're talking about 24 books, and just a handful of movies. That's crazy.