(because you’ve already heard far too much Whitesnake in your lifetime, here’s The Sickness, instead)
I’d make a pretty good Lionel Huntz, but more importantly, the South Wales Argus reports a Whitesnake concert goer is suing after slipping in a pile of puke at a show last December.
Lindy Butcher, 39, went to the gig with her friend Caroline Burns and was walking to the Loft Bar in Newport Leisure Centre when she said she slipped and her feet went from under her, causing her to fall and land on both knees.
She said she was helped up by a man at the gig, on December 7, 2011, who told her she had fallen in sick.
Ms Butcher, who was not drinking as she was driving them both home that night and had flat-soled Converse trainers on, said: “It was horrifying, you don’t expect to fall in someone’s vomit.”
Ms Butcher, landlady at the Cwmcarn Hotel,was cleaned up with disinfectant, she says. She missed the start of the concert as she had to go to the first aid room and spoke to the front desk to explain what had happened. She then sat down to let Miss Burns enjoy the concert. Ms Butcher’s tickets were refunded as a goodwill gesture.
A claim filed against Newport council said she suffered bruising and soreness to her knees as well as pain through her neck and shoulders and muscle spasms between her ribs.
What do you want for Halloween? Not a question often asked, but let Matador take the time to make sure you’re all getting what you want for this, the most special of holidays.
Burned retinas? Pulverised ear drums? Sweaty hugs? More fun than you can shake a (broom)stick at? Well, if thats the case we might be able to help you, as Fucked Up bring their festive fun to the UK this week, culminating in a special show at The Scala in London on October 31st. And if you can’t make the show? Well, the gift of a burnt eyeball is free to all, courtesy of the flyer below.
Along with the ever fantastic Fucked Up live show, we’ll also have competitions for the best (and worst) fancy dress, prizes and a photographer to document all the stupidity. Support comes from the excellent (and costumed!) Eagulls and Cold Pumas, both of whom are well worth turning up early for.
Further Fucked Up tour dates include:
28th – Paris, Pitchfork Music Festival (France) Tickets
29th – Leeds, Nation Of Shopkeepers (UK)
30th – Manchester, Soundcontrol (UK) Tickets
31st – London, Scala (UK) Tickets **Halloween**
She will be joining a loose cabal of “not-so-star-ish-indie-rock-stars” at Johnny Brenda’s in Philly next Monday to perform Tusk front to back. I think this thing is also at Union Hall this Sunday.
A full press release right after the jump.
MARCH 29, 2010: In appreciation and celebration of musician Lindsey Buckingham’s mad genius and one of modern music’s most “punk rock-soft rock” albums, Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk, The Lindsey Buckingham Appreciation Society will perform its interpretation of the classic 1979 double album in its entirety Monday, May 17 at Johnny Brenda’s in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with special guest Jennifer O’Connor. (more…)
(sure, we’re allowed to have an annual holiday party, but who’s supposed to pay for the cleanup?)
Once upon a time — when the bulk of our internet activity was longer than 140 characters — the Matador website feature periodic news updates (almost all of ‘em brutally late in arrival), along with an informal selection of staff and roster listening favorites. Said feature fell by the wayside when we made the fateful transition to the Matablog some 3 1/2 years ago. But fuck it, it’s the holiday season, and what better way to embrace the spirit of sharing than with a ferocious onslaught of grandstanding, oneupmanship and elitist self-fellatio?
But enough about our plans for Matador’s 21st Anniversary celebrations. Without further Freddy Adu, here’s an impressive array of ’09/decade favorite records, events & things from some of your most beloved Matador artists and the people who enable them. Dig in, after the jump :
Over the past two days, I’ve been truly humbled and touched by how many of you — friends and strangers alike — have reached out to offer support, a place to crash, something to eat, etc. Sadly, I can say that such expressions of humanity were not unanimous.
As readers of America’s 2nd or 3rd most popular record label blog are probably aware, I’ve made a frequent practice at poking fun at Victory Records and the brains behind the operation, Tony Brummel.
Earlier today I received the following e-mail message from someone claiming to be Brummel ;
I’ve got to admit, I had previously underestimated Brummel. Not only would I have bet real money he couldn’t spell karma if you spotted him the K-A-R, but he’s even capable of attaching a .gif all by himself. But here’s the serious conclusion you can take away from this ill-advised attempt at a rejoinder ; Brummel considers my watching my home and possessions turned to ashes karmic payback for….criticism of his record label? An innocent pet burning to death is acceptable payback for mocking his dopey-as-fuck records, ads and business practices?
If you’re a fan of Victory or the label’s bands, I’ve got no quarrel with you. We all like what we like and no one needs to apologize for that not even fans of these schmucks. Honestly, though I can’t speak on behalf of his current or former roster (or employees), I don’t think Tony Victory’s aesthetic crimes are deserving of anything other than good old fashioned ribbing. What he expressed to me today, however, is another story. I think he deserves to have it widely circulated. Brummel can rub himself raw at the thought of my suffering personal or material loss ; if something similar happens to him, I’ll be the first person to ship Tony a box of good records. They might be the first decent ones he’s ever heard.
(work crews feverishly prepare for the announcement of just what we’ve been watching and eating in 2008)
Every December I send out a rambling, somewhat desperate electronic message to the Matador artist roster (well, most of ‘em) along w/ label staff and our Beggars’ colleagues, begging for their favorite people/places/things/records/memories from the year about to conclude. We’ve got our longest list of best-of’s so far, though keep in mind, if Gabe and Dave’s submissions were edited, we’d be back to our mid ’90′s brevity all over again. Read ‘em and weep, after the jump – G.C.