We're BaaAAAAAaack!

ALL HAIL THE RETURN OF THE MOTOR PRIMITIVES!!!!!!!!
(OK, you can get up off of your knees now.  Geez! how embarrassing.)
 
The Motor Primitives version 2.0 will strut their collective stuff on FRIDAY, MAY 25TH @ the King Club (114 King St).
 
We're the opening act for BOMBLASTICA 2007! <--say it with a "monster truck TV ad voice" for added excitment!  Go ahead. Really! Say it out loud now.  You'll get a kick out of it......See what I mean?
 
Wait!  What were we talking about again?
 
Oh yeah!  BOMBLASTICA 2007(SEVen, SEven, Seven, seven...) is the 11th anniversary party for Maximum Ink Magazine.  We're the first of four bands.  The other bands will be playing covers.  The band right after us, God's Outlaw, is doing Johnny Cash. Then you'll hear El Donk doing David Bowie.  Finally, Carbellion will fire it up with a little Black Sabbath!!!
 
Why aren't we doing covers of someone?  Pick a reason:
a)  We're too stoopid to learn.
b)  We are doing covers.  You just can't tell.
c)  We were last minute add ons to the show
d)  Since NO COVER is being charged for the show, we refuse to do any covers.
 
That's right folks!  This show is FREE! (FRee, Free, free...)
And, there's free Berghoff!  The King Club is well stocked with many other beverages as well.  But, the Burpoff is free!!
 
Come hear how we've re-arranged some of your favorite MP tunes!  Come listen to some new MP tunes that we've just worked up!
 
We were told we're supposed to start at 9pm and be off stage by 10pm.  Blink and you might miss us!!!
 
BE THERE, be there, BE THERE!!!

An Internet Traffic Jam

OK, so you’ve come to the blog because of what you read in the Isthmus. That post is one post down from here (just wanted to save you some reading – I care, see?). Actually, all the traffic from Robin’s analysis of the “WAWAs” has caused our website host to warn us that our site “is estimated to exceed your monthly traffic allowance.” So, if you’re reading this and, suddenly, everything goes black, it’s probably our host cutting us off because I'm cheap and won't pay for the upgrade!

…Or, you’ve just passed out.

Cracks in this fine social scene

Prologue:
This is NOT sour grapes. The MPs barely bothered entering this year(see Pam's post below). I like the MAMAs. This is an effort that literally puts instruments in the hands of young people. I love that Madison acknowledges it's own struggling musicians with an event. Rick Tvedt is a good man. He puts a ton of effort into celebrating the Madison music collective. Props to him and his organization.

The system is flawed. An award ceremony in our little berg is a sham. Simulated self-importance is not our strength Madison. Want to celebrate our quality and diversity and help the city's youth music programs? How about pointing the red carpet toward the School board meetings(and elections) and effecting change at the base level instead of patches on the surface? How about a true convergence of music talent in the schools? I spoke last year on my distaste for music teachers. Now if Clyde Stubblefield or Felicia Alima had visited my music room instead of the weirdos and nut cases that I had for music teachers, then maybe I could be excited about music education in the schools.

Madison's eastside is a mash-up. Where the scent of Monty's meatloaf and lao Laan Xang's green curry mix, lies the Barrymore theater. While lacking the snap of the Union Theater, it characterizes the duality that is the Madison music scenette. This is no more apparent than a glance at the front door Saturday night. A stretch limousine is blocked from parking under the marquis by a BMW boxer twin ridden by well dressed award recipients (without helmets or glasses). A gorgeous blonde emerges from her rusty Chrysler K car, a wagon with "I Closed Wolskis" bumper stickers no less, dressed to the tens in a black evening gown and heels. Mr. Roberts music fans smoke joints and drink PBR from a can with prom dress wearing MAMies.

I have an organization disorder so, I love lists. Here's my yin vs. yang of WAWA2007:
•Miss Madison(from Kenosha?!) leggy and bejeweled meets Mr. Madison (Tyranena tank top, crusty brewers visor, shorts and sandals w/ brown socks!) for a Spotted Cow
•St. Vinnies fedora and Chuck Taylor wearing eastside nouveau-hippy meets black tux wearing tourist in the Youth Award ceremony
•Electronic award winner acknowledges his laptop while MAMA's show production folks curse theirs (too many of that Bob_Westphall_band.jpg file maybe.)
•WORT's Sybil gets Iraq war dig in while Beloit's Blink182 wanna-bees drive up in suvs with Bush/Cheney bumper stickers and anti-abortion t-shirts.
•One of Madison best bloggers meets one of Madison's worst
•660 people voted in the MAMAs this year. That many ran outside to smoke during the Broadjam speech
•Einstein Wireless guy gets bluetooth headset commercial in while gracious Emerson music school teacher bangs her head with the new(used) violin they ceremoniously gave her.
•Both Dog and God get mentioned in acceptance speeches
•Twenty consumer video camera's buzz the event while the real press cover more important events like high school baseball games
•"How about those Brewers" vs. Clyde Stubblefields passionate acceptance speech
•White tux meets Black Carhart overalls at men's urinals

Speaking of duality:
Felicia Alima mentions her MySpace site not once but twice in her acceptance speeches. MYSpace is dead dear. Move on!
The crowd sings happy birthday not once, but twice (poorly) WTF! Let the Gomers play if you need filler
Two DJs in DJ of the Year cat. and no Nick Nice? hm.... (no disrespect to Wyatt)

And down to single jabs:
Was there really only one entry in some of the categories. So one really can buy themselves a MAMA if they plan right?
Do The Dorothy Heralds really play Electronic songs?
Does The New Kentucky Quarter really play Rock songs?
Can we finally decree that Rock bands and church choir ensembles have been overdone?
The MAMAs without Blunt just ain't complete.
Noticed that the MAMAs has a theme song for 2oo7. Sounded kinda Love Boaty. Nice!