
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Nov 29 - In-store music

Monday, November 28, 2005
Nov 28 - PSA on E!
Nov 28 - Second mention
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Nov 27 - The Thing about Jane Spring
Nov 26 - National Enquirer
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Nov 24 - Jeff Koons on Sundance Channel

Nov 24 - Walk the Line
Nov. 24 - DVD choice in LA Times

Catching up on last week's Sunday calendar, noted that Robert Hilbern's last choice on his music CD recommendaitons was "Loving You -- Too bad Pennebaker wasn't following Elvis Presley throught the South in the mid-50's. This fictional movie, starring Prelsey as a country boy turned rock star, is as close as we can probably get to the exuberance of the time."
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Nov. 23 - Peter's Theory on Madonna

Nov. 23 - Xmas CD ad in People
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Nov 20 - 2 Mentions in EW
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Nov 19 - Arons Records closing sale
Nov 19 - New Michael Jordan book

Nov 19 - Reese Witherspoon on Charlie Rose
Friday, November 18, 2005
Nov. 18 - Robbie Williams mailing list email

'Advertising Space', the second single to be taken from Robbie Williams new album 'Intensive Care' is released on Monday December 12th 2005.
'This is my 'True Romance' song,' Robbie says, 'the one where, like Christian Slater in the film, I like to believe I have direct access to Elvis Presley every now and then.' Elegiac, mournful and profoundly cinematic, it describes a superstar's tragic fall from grace. Robbie jokingly describes it as his own 'Candle In The Wind'.
The amazing video for Advertising Space beautifully directed by David LaChapelle shows Robbie as you've never seen him before in a moving tribute to his hero Elvis Presley! The video is available to view in full for the first time anywhere in the world right now at http://www.robbiewilliams.com, and will be shown for the first time on TV on Sunday Nov 20th on Channel 4 at 5.45pm
You can view exclusive clips from the video right now by selecting your connection speed & prefered format from the links below!!!
Alternatively, visit http://www.whatsyourfuture.com and head to the Insane section to see the video in FULL!!
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The album is available from Amazon or HMV, or digitally from iTunes or the new Robbie Williams Shop
Nov 18 - Gawker headline

Kimberly Stewart’s Fake Wedding Venue To Have Paparazzi Dressed As Elvis
READ MORE: Paris Hilton, fake engagements, kimberly stewart, nicky hilton
It’s Day Three of This Week’s Fake Engagement of the Century, and developments in the Kimberly Stewart-Talan Torriero impending nuptials are flying at us faster than $20 bills at a homeless man willing to humiliate himself for Paris Hilton’s amusement. When last we posted, Stewart was flashing her five-carat engagement zirconia at a Microsoft video game system party. Page Six now tells us that the wedding is not to be some cliffside affair drowned out by the whir of helicopter blades in the distant future. For hot to trot Stewart, reality show husband sex can’t happen soon enough:
KIMBERLY Stewart, 26, is in a hurry to marry Laguna Beach reality show star Talan Torriero, 19. They announced their engagement yesterday. “Talan’s mother is hysterically crying. She is not happy,” said a source. “They are getting their paperwork together to get married in Vegas this weekend. They want to do it right away” — presumably before the passion fades. Stewart, daughter of rock legend Rod, just broke up with Girls Gone Wild creator Joe Francis.
Nov 18 - Walk the Line Review read on-line

For a long time, the Hollywood biopic was a corny, synthetic, quasi-reputable genre. Recently, though, warts-and-all movies like Ray and Kinsey and Capote, which have had the daring to show how their subjects' human failings were integral to their greatness, have raised the bar for biopics — for their authenticity and dramatic power. Walk the Line, starring Joaquin Phoenix as country-music legend Johnny Cash and Reese Witherspoon as his muse, singing partner, and stubborn romantic foil June Carter, is a big, juicy, enjoyable wide-canvas biography with a handful of indelible moments, but it's just compelling enough to make you wish that it had attained the level of artistry of those other films.
That said, I can't stop thinking about scenes like the one in which Cash, as a young singer in Memphis in the mid-'50s, enters the storefront that houses Sun Records and performs a gospel standard for Sam Phillips (played with sly feelers by Dallas Roberts), who dismisses the number as treacle. He then asks Cash: If you had an accident, were dying on the road, and had to sing one song to express how you felt about life, what would it be? With nothing to lose, Cash launches into ''Folsom Prison Blues,'' and suddenly we hear the famous gravity — the ominous lyrics and weirdly overdeliberate bass voice that sounds like it's trying to negotiate its way out of hell. As the band trickles in, Cash's thrilling rockabilly freight train leaves the station.
Phoenix, who did all his own singing, sounds just enough like Cash to make us hear the beauty of his husky reticence, and though he's hardly the singer's physical double — Cash had his trademark crags and furrows even when he was starting out — we can see how nature equipped him to play the Man in Black. His hair is black, his eyebrows are black, and, more than that, his eyes are black — deep coal wells of hidden sorrow. Walk the Line, directed by James Mangold (Cop Land) from a script he co-wrote with Gill Dennis, lays out Cash's demons in a vigorous if standard fashion. Growing up on a farm in Arkansas, young J.R. endures a stern father (Robert Patrick) who makes him feel responsible for his brother's death. Overseas, in the Air Force, he develops an identification with criminals, and Phoenix cultivates a haunted stare that masks a heart of vulnerability. Later, touring with Elvis and Jerry Lee Lewis (Cash may be showcased as country, but it's a revelation to see how much of a vintage early rocker he really was), Cash, holding his guitar up high as if it were a shield, and then staring the audience down, expiates his sins through music. He could be a preacher whose sermons have gone electric.
As a portrait of Johnny Cash the gravel-voiced country-rock innovator, who projected a private hellfire onto even his jauntiest anthems, Walk the Line is zesty and satisfying. But when it turns to the tale of how Cash, trapped in a miserable marriage, spent year after year courting, seducing, loving, yet never quite winning June Carter, the movie is on shakier ground. On the road, Cash enjoys groupies and pops amphetamines, an addiction that will land him in trouble with the law. Yet he's really a gentle soul who yearns to be loved. He and Carter begin to make eyes at each other the moment they meet backstage, and when Carter's first marriage ends, there appears to be little in the way of their getting together. But Carter, the scion of a famously traditional Christian singing family, feels guilty about her divorce, and Cash, after coercing her into performing a duet she wrote with her ex-husband, makes the mistake of giving her an onstage peck on the cheek. Horrors!
It's a downhill spiral from there. Walk the Line could turn out to be a monster chick flick, because its design is almost mythic: Saintly girl has to wait for country-rock bad boy to purge his demons and settle down. But while Witherspoon, a fine singer herself, makes Carter immensely likable, a fountain of warmth and cheer, given how sweetly she meshes with Phoe-nix her romantic reticence isn't really filled in. June's refusal to countenance Johnny's drug use may be a fair obstacle, but the main reason he's doing drugs is that she keeps spurning him; he's numbing the pain of his devotion. June is made to seem like a high school virgin protecting her honor, and when we see her composing the lyrics to ''Ring of Fire,'' it doesn't compute: As written, this perky, straight-and-narrow woman is the last person on earth who would fall, through love, ''into a burning ring of fire.''
At the famous Folsom Prison concert, Cash performs ''Cocaine Blues,'' and Phoenix's eyes go wild with the pleasure of finally living up to his wrong-side-of-the-law image. Off stage, June beams at him. But do her eyes shine because of his generosity in saluting the humanity of these prisoners, or because of how deep his need is to feel like he's one of them? In Walk the Line, it's the former. In a greater movie, it would have been both.
(Posted:11/16/05)
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Nov 17 - 20th Century Fox Loves Elvis
Nov. 17- Wrong Elvis

Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Nov 16 - Brandon Davis description
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Nov 13 - Kenny Chesney new CD
Nov 12 - "Like Elvis."
Nov. 12 - Thai Elvis restaurant
Friday, November 11, 2005
Nov 11 - old Clark Gable documentary on TCM
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Nov. 9 - Robert Plant tribute
Monday, November 07, 2005
Nov. 7 - Carol's Pub Mention

http://metromix.chicagotribune.com/mmx-4873_lgcy,1,1251432.htmlstory
From Metromix.com
INSIDE: Carol's Pub
Honky-tonk in the heart of Uptown
By Dan Kening
August 18 2000
Carol's Pub
4659 N. Clark St.
773-334-2402
Sights: It sure doesn't look like much from the outside. A brick corner bar with a sign that says, "Carol's Pub -- Live Country Music/Hot Sandwiches." Things don't look much more inviting in the entryway, where a handwritten sign warns in no uncertain terms that there's no "soliciting" allowed inside. At first glance this may be construed as a warning to itinerant Amway salespersons, but, then again, it's probably aimed at the working girls that ply their trade on Clark St. after midnight. But once inside the door, Carol's is the closest thing Chicago has to a good ol' fashioned honky-tonk, where the music of Hank Williams and Tammy Wynette has yet to be overrun by Clint Black and Shania Twain. And the clientele, who are just as colorful as the bar, likes it that way. Carol's ambiance can best be described as "Kentucky on acid." Indeed, the bar can have a somewhat surrealistic look to it, especially after one too many shot-and-a-beers. From the rebel flag behind the stage to the framed photo of Elvis, longhorn cattle skulls, posters of country star Tim McGraw and the Pillsbury Doughboy and virtually every neon beer sign ever made -- Carol's has everything you'd want in a honky-tonk but the chicken wire in front of the stage. There are about a dozen somewhat battered-looking tables, a decent-sized (and well-used) dancefloor, a pool table in a back room and a large, U-shaped bar filled with regulars like big-bellied, genial "Pickles" and Joanne, a friendly -- if occasionally over-served -- soul with a voice like a foghorn.
Sounds: Under various names, Carol's has been presenting live country music for 30 years in a part of Uptown once known as "Hillbilly Heaven" because of the numbers of southern transplants that used to live there. The resident band, Diamondback, is really the reason to come here. This ace unit plays an exhausting seven sets a night on Fridays and Saturdays beginning at 9 p.m. And best of all, there's no cover charge. While the Carol's jukebox is well-stocked with Alan Jackson, Garth Brooks, Patty Loveless and the like, you won't hear Diamondback playing any of that stuff. They play classic country: Merle Haggard, George Jones, Johnny Cash and Waylon Jennings, with a bit of Bob Wills-style Western swing and a smidgen of blues and roots rock 'n' roll thrown in. Make special note of lead guitarist Dave Doran: This former Nashville session musician is one of the best pickers in Chicago. The band takes requests -- just attach your dollar bills to the sticky tape in front of the band. A word of advice: Don't ask for anything by the Dixie Chicks. On Sundays the Diamondback rhythm section combines with members of the Country Roads Band to back any and all comers for an eight-hour jam session beginning at 9 p.m. The pickers and singers range from pretty darn good to pretty darn awful. Feel free to come on down and do your best Patsy Cline or Dave Dudley ("Six Days On the Road") imitation!
Smells: Cigarettes and cheap beer (sounds like a country song, doesn't it?). Everybody smokes in Carol's, and I mean everybody. If cigarette smoke is a problem, this probably isn't your kind of place.
Prime time: While Carol's is open nightly, weekends are the best time to come here because of the live music. Because of its 4 a.m. license (5 a.m. on Saturday), the place doesn't really start rockin' until after midnight on weekends. Before then you can enjoy Diamondback's first few sets in relative peace and quiet before the hordes descend from all the joints that just closed. Hours: 9 a.m.-4 a.m. Monday and Tuesday, 11 a.m.-4 a.m. Wednesday through Friday, 11 a.m.-5 a.m. Saturday.
People: One of the greatest things about Carol's is the clientele. While you would expect it to be full of Southern types with John Deere hats and big hair (and you won't be disappointed on that account), the crowd here is mind-numbingly diverse. You'll find fully decked-out swing and rockabilly kids in their 20s, white-belted seventysomethings, biker types who look like they just got out of Stateville, North Side yuppies and people of various ethnic groups. A former member of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra has also been known to hang out here. For the most part, everyone gets along just fine. Oh, every once in a while there's a minor scuffle, but it's quickly quelled by the efficient (and scary-looking) Carol's doormen.
At the bar: Don't try to order any foo-foo fruit drinks or martinis. This is essentially a beer joint (the usual domestic brands plus imports like Corona and Heineken) that also does a pretty good trade in Jack Daniels. Wine is available -- just order it by the color rather than label and vintage.
At the grill: The word is that Jimmy behind the bar makes a pretty mean cheeseburger. Other sandwiches include veal, chicken, fish and shrimp and, best of all, none costs more than $3.
Essentials, etc.: The neighborhood is a changing one, meaning that while it's relatively safe, keep your eyes open after midnight. Street parking is pretty easy to find on either Clark St. or the block of Leland Ave. just west of Carol's. It's also easy to get a cab, as there's a cab terminal just a block north of the bar. The Clark St. CTA bus stops nearby as well.
Dan Kening is the interactivity editor for metromix.com.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Nov. 6 - John Prine Christmas
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Nov. 5 - Three sightings at Rhino

Nov 5 - EW - 2 X!

Q: On your new single, ''King of the Mountain,'' you seem to be suggesting that Elvis Presley is still alive.
A: Yes. This is very good, because a lot of people aren't sure what the song is about. I haven't wanted to interfere with a process that might be a bit of a playful puzzle, which I'm very happy to encourage because I don't think there are enough nowadays. But you seem to have got it. Well done!
Friday, November 04, 2005
Nov 4 - Eighties Music Trivia Game Question
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Nov. 3 - Christmas Press Release

In preparation for Christmas music playlists, Wildfire Publicity has 3 Christmas songs available: Rustie Blue's version of "All I Want For Christmas Is You" and "Rockin Around The Christmas Tree" and Tresa Street's original "Christmas of Love".
With music influences like Patsy Cline and Elvis, it's obvious why Rustie Blue crosses so many barriers. No matter what Rustie sings, her true blue country vocals are very much apparent! Her energetic stage performance and charismatic personality makes Blue a refreshing experience and somebody you won't forget!
Tresa Street is noted for her radio singles Naturally and Ain’t Nothin’ Changed, which gained her international attention. She is a prolific writer and wrote both her singles. Although Tresa is known as one of today’s modern country artists, she does not limit herself to just one style. She writes songs in a modern country style about love, romance, and life. She has known the joy of true love; she has suffered the pain of losing; she has felt the ecstasy of passion. When she writes, it's from the heart; when she sings, it's from her soul. Tresa Street is all about music - all kinds and all styles.
For more information, MP3s, photos, or to schedule a phoner, contact Laura Claffey with Wildfire Publicity at wildfirepublicity@comcast.net or 615-825-0019.
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Wildfire Publicity
wildfirepublicity@comcast.net
PO Box 558, Smyrna, TN 37167
Phone: 615-825-0019; Fax: 760-437-4633
http://www.wildfirepublicity.net
AIM - NashvillePR; ICQ - 106330958
Nov. 03 - Quentin Tarantino reference
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Nov 2 - Gawker listing
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Nov 1 - iTunes review
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