Rant: The Grammy's - beggers can't be choosers; or can they?

So maybe I shouldn't bitch about the Grammy nominations announced today because a) my favorite band is up for five awards and b) I don't give a shit about a Grammy. But I have to admit my panties did bunch up when I saw that the Radiohead song chosen for nomination in the Best Rock Performance By a Duo or Group With Vocals category was "House of Cards." Amazing song, and In Rainbows is up for Album of the Year. But it also makes me wonder: Why "House of Cards" of all tracks when there's "All I Need," or even more worthy, "Reckoner." Don't tell me that this has something to do with the song's use in NBA playoffs promo ads earlier this year. Or maybe I just told you. Suspicious Grammy nomination No. 2: Would M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes" be up for Record of the Year if it hadn't been played in those Pineapple Express trailers all summer? How much does a song have to be crammed into the public consciousness via commercials and other advertisements before it can be nominated for a Grammy? Call me a cynic, but it's hard to take awards shows like this seriously. I do, however, get a slight kick out of the fact that a Grammy is awarded for Best Album Notes. All right, album notes writers. And how about that mouthful of a category, Best Rock Performance By a Duo or Group With Vocals? I think I'll nominate that lengthy moniker for Best Worst Short Awards Category Name. Take that, Grammys.

Rolling Stone gets it right with "hot" multimedia feature

It's moments like this when I don't mind so much that Web journalism is supplanting print -- nevermind that nobody can find a job in today's news industry. For Rolling Stone's "2008 Hot List," in between crowning the "Hot New Winona Ryders" and "Hot Sci-Fi Beyonce," the magazine deemed hippie bastion Laurel Canyon in L.A. as this year's "Hot Rock Scene." Home to musicians and free spirits galore, who shack up in abodes nesting cozily in the woods and stage jam sessions that revive the spirit of residents of times past (Frank Zappa, Joni Mitchell and Jackson Browne all once lived there), Laurel Canyon also claims none other than the Entrance Band as native sons. And the reason I'm happy we live in an increasingly multimedia world? Rolling Stone accompanied its online version of the Hot List's Hot Rock Scene entry with a video (scan to the bottom of the story) for which they commissioned the Entrance Band's Guy Blakeslee, Derek James and Paz Lenchantin to give a personalized tour of the Canyon. The short video proved to be a pretty cool complement to the story that offers a compelling visual and audio illustration to back up why Laurel Canyon is where it's at. I can see why the band calls it an inspiring locale. And yes, there does appear to be "ju ju everywhere." Hot, indeed.

Show review: Entrance Band @ Great American Music Hall, Nov. 23

Discovering the Entrance Band earlier this year was like finding a new religion, a rock 'n' roll religion that re-imposed upon my musical mind the staples of what rock should be: riffs and beats that sound as powerful and exciting as they instinctively feel; bona fide technical wizardry from three monster musicians; lyrics that explore life, death, love and everything else that matters; and just enough sex and drugs to be too cool to bring home to mom, unless she grew up in the '60s, of course. Now a faithful attendee of Entrance's Bay Area gatherings, the latest being a knockout show on Nov. 23, the sabbath, at the Great American Music Hall, I joined a devout flock of a hundred or so hippies and headbangers crowding the stage, flanked by a few curious stragglers along for the ride. For all the brilliance of the performance, however, I couldn't help but feel frustrated that more than half the audience left before the L.A. trio even set up their instruments, thereby missing one of the best shows of 2008. I guess co-headliner Rodriguez was a hard act to follow, as his resurgence (read his interesting story here) and own feast of '60s folk rock was satisfying enough for some. And let me make the point that Rodriguez rocks, no doubt about it. But not too many bands circa now can top the Entrance experience. And back to religion, I want to spread the word about the Entrance Band, not so much to convert but to connect. In the church of rock 'n' roll, the more the merrier. Singer/guitarist/shredder Guy Blakeslee (aka Entrance), bassist Paz Lenchantin and drummer Derek James straight up summoned spirits with the Middle Eastern rock dervish of an opener "Valium Blues," which sidetracked midway into famed Nirvana cover "Love Buzz." The Entrance repertoire that I've seen over the course of four shows doesn't pull out a bad one in the bunch. The GAMH setlist featured standouts "Still Be There" and "You're So Fine," peaking with "MLK" and an incendiary version of "Grim Reaper Blues" to close, which the band teased into a thundering climax. On an end note, Wolfgang's Vault posted Entrance's entire Noise Pop, Cafe Du Nord show, the performance that got me all up on the band's jock, on its Web site. Check it out.

Belated appreciation: Atlas Sound

This year I received a birthday present, the best birthday present, about nine months late. Yeah, nine months. Kinda like a baby, and something I'm surely all goo goo ga ga about now. The gift: "Let the Blind Lead Those Who Can See But Cannot Feel," the first album from Atlas Sound that came out February 19. Some background: Atlas Sound is the solo project of Bradford Cox, without a doubt, an extraordinary and compelling musician who leads the band Deerhunter. Dude's prolific, and reputedly updates the Deerhunter/Atlas Sound/Lotus Plaza blog with tons of goodies pretty frequently. The music: Atlas Sound is truly all over the map, with dreamy 1950s melodies adorned with layers upon layers of fuzzy shoegaze-style Martian sounds. Pretty otherworldly stuff for being bedroom music. A live version of "Recent Bedroom," 2/18/08 in Georgia: Photo courtesy of Atlas Sound MySpace.

Thom Yorke's Nov. 5 present

Oh happy day. For all of the inspiration, pride and hopefulness I feel now that Barack Obama is set to lead our way for the next four years (social progress and global respectability, anyone?), I must also thank Mr. Obama, and Jonny Greenwood's mum, for the groovy remix of "Harrowdown Hill" Thom Yorke posted on Dead Air Space today. Mr. Yorke: "did i fall or was i pushed? in celebration of nov 5th jonnys burthday amid bonfire and fireworks in the UK and the dawn of a new era in politics in the USA i humbly donate a remix of harrowdown hill that was finished ages ago during the band webcasts, a small reminder of the dark days of Bush's.... x"