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Roger Miller, the eclectic Roger Miller, not the country singer Roger Miller.

I thought I was plenty lucky to score tickets to see the silent film classic He Who Gets Slapped at Ebertfest, with a live score provided by the Alloy Orchestra. As I cruised the merch table on my way out, I discovered how lucky I truly was—the keyboard and “junk” player in the Alloy Orchestra was Roger Miller (from Mission of Burma, Birdsongs of the Mesozoic, and probably a bunch of other acts). He introduced himself because my brand new SST t-shirt spoke to him. Stunned to realize who he was, I had him sign my shirt with a sharpie and threw down on a bunch of merch to support his traveling silent film orchestra. I didn’t get to ask him what his connection was to SST (I thought MOB was on Ace of Hearts) because the table was being swarmed by old ladies and I didn’t want to block any DVD sales with our punk chat. But I was gaga and starstruck all day. I’d seen Michael Shannon, Tilda Swinton, and any number of movie stars at Ebertfest, but movie stars are boring. This was the first time I trembled with awe. I immediately drifted to the record store Exile on Main Street to explain what had happened to Jeff Brandt, the only person who would understand. He was unimpressed, busying himself with playing Public Enemy’s Fear of a Black Planet over and over in case Spike Lee dropped by. Oh, and I bought the new Warpaint album.

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Album Review: Made for Walking by Pink Punk Boots

Made for Walking, the new debut from Pink Punk Boots, opens sounding like Seattle-flavored John Oates on ditchweed,  drawing influences from DJ Spooky and Radiohead, with a knowing nod to  (the criminally underrated) Jandek.

Made for Walking is the avant-grunge-ers’ attempt at esoteric, haunting, art school sequencing rock.

Made for Walking tries too hard to break new ground—for good reason: Cristy Scoggins was writing this music in a tent. Thus, Made for Walking marks a musical turning point, á la the Beatles’ White Album (except if Ringo wrote every song).

“Hands off my Product” echoes strains of a MC5-esque epic, with a penchant for  dazzling guitar epic and raw vocal vibe, while the more  jaded ”Curly Girl” moves at cloud speed, reminiscent of Alex Chilton on beer.  However, Pink Punk Boots speeds it up with ”Estrogen Rage”. But such lack of design has its own charm. The result? wounded,  haunting, lissom. alt-folk. Perfect for contemplating oblivion during a  breakup at an abandoned meat-packing plant.

3 stars. RIYL: Serge Gainsbourg.



Molly Poganski lends her expertise and vinyl to the Rock Geek project, taking us over the borders to report on some of her favorite bands from Louisville and Bloomington, Indiana. She whips up an honest mix featuring emo, punk, nearly country, and numerous gems from the Magnetic South label. Download, tune in, get out your map of the flyover states and a sharpie, and add some missing links to your map of the musical world. Thanks, Molly!

Cristy, William, Heather Rose, & Tony Money gather to present and discuss some of the greatest songs recorded by nonexistent bands, from Ruben and the Jets to Spinal Tap to the Dukes of Stratosphear. Although we overflow the hour, we can’t get to everything, nor would we want to, so we also present a Rock and Roll Imaginary Hall of Fame. Of sorts. Great fun. Listen here.



Never did I expect this day would come, nor did I anticipate grieving with such sweet sorrow. You can bet that tonight I’m going to dim the lights and play Memory Motel. “She drove a pick-up truck/painted green and blue…” So true…

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