Postsecret is a fascinating blog/project that solicits strangers to send in an anonymous, personal secret to be posted on the website. Some are funny, some are sad (most, actually), some are just plain weird. I’m more amazed at the time and energy people put into the visual presentation of some of their submissions than the fact that they were willing to participate. It’s fascinating to look through, though. Man, some people are freaks.

But it’s inspired me to post a secret of my own, just for you. Don’t tell no one. Highlight: I once shot a man in Reno just to watch him die. Pffft, what, you think I’m really going to post a secret here? Hardly anonymous, folks. Go on, get outta here ya little bastards.

But okay, here’s a not-so-secret anymore. I have a MySpace account and while I really don’t know what to do with it yet, I am soliciting “friends”. Hit me up, yo.

Holy shit – Neil Young will miss this Sunday’s Juno awards in Winnipeg as he underwent surgery to remove a brain aneurysm on Tuesday. Good news is that he will make a full recovery… So wait a minute, does this mean that Neil’s bald right now? Update: Thrasher’s Blog is doing a fine job of rounding up all the up-to-the-minute information on Neil’s condition.

And some bits from Neil devotees – Playlouder talks to J Mascis about the Dinosaur Jr reissues, reunion and what lays ahead.

Built To Spill are touring North America, but they still inexplicably maintain their hate on for Toronto, bypassing us once again. Sigh. At least the much-delayed new album is progressing and should be out in the Fall.

The Omaha Reader talks to John Darnielle of The Mountain Goats about The Sunset Tree, due out April 26. BTS should take a hint from the Goats, who are finally making their Toronto debut on May 11 at Lee’s Palace. Via LHB.

Crooked Fingers photos from Thursday night up here. Not my best work by a long shot – the light was really bad and while I can sometimes get reasonable shots on ISO 400, this time the noise was quite bad. Ah well, win some, lose some.

np – Guided By Voices / Half Smiles Of The Decomposed

I’ve been hearing people complain lately that Crooked Fingers sounds too much like Neil Diamond. I don’t really know what Neil Diamond sounds like. And going into last night’s show at the Horseshoe, I had just about as much history with Crooked Fingers. I saw Eric Bachmann perform solo whilst opening for The Delgados last year and quite enjoyed him, but that’s it. Never heard any of the albums (well, heard some of the new one, Dignity & Shame), never listened to Archers Of Loaf… It’s not often I go to a show with pretty much a blank slate, so I was curious to see what it’d be like.

And it was good. They opened with a sparse and lovely reading of “You Must Build A Fire” off of the new record, which is quite probably one of the most beautiful songs I’ve heard in recent years (it’s streaming on their website right now, go listen) – certainly a good start. From there, however, things got a lot more raucous. Crooked Fingers as a six-piece band and as a solo outfit are quite different propositions. Whereas Bachmann solo played up the folksinger angle, the full band was considerably more revved up. I don’t know about Neil Diamond, but I was certainly hearing some Springsteen parallels. I enjoy a good high-energy rock show as much as anyone, but I think I would have preferred a more subdued performance akin to the solo show or even the recorded material, which has a more delicate feel. I fear something worthwhile is getting lost in the translation. If any AoL/CF fans are reading this, can they perhaps tell me if they played and Archers Of Loaf material? Some of the songs seemed a lot heavier than I ever would have imagined appearing on a Crooked Fingers record.

Opening things up was Tony Dekker of Great Lake Swimmers performing solo and doing quite a good job of it. He’s another performer whose material and delivery lend themselves quite well to the one man-one guitar format – it really lets his voice, which is quite stunning, shine through. It’s a shame that the crowd at the ‘Shoe couldn’t be persuaded to quite down for Dekker’s quietly heart-rending songs. I am going to have to pick up one of his/their records one of these days.

Photos tomorrow. In the meantime, read this interview with Eric Bachmann at 20/40. And many thanks to sound guy Jeff for getting me on the guest list. I’ve never actually been put on a list before – at least not successfully.

Aversion interviews The Decemberists. Via For The Records.

“The following takes place between season 2 and season 3″… (Username: preview / Password: C3%qt24) Oh you bastards. SOMEONE GET ME A PLAYSTATION. I’ll only need it for, uh, twenty-four hours or so. There better be a PC port for this somewhere down the line. It’s nice to see that digi-Kim is still stupid and annoying.

In an effort to reduce the amount of comment spam I’m getting, I’ve turned off comments in all posts more than two months old. So if you’ve had some chestnut or zinger you’ve been sitting on since last December, you’re outta luck, sorry.

Hooray for Sping – April means I’m off transit and back on my bike. Yes, the time for hibernation is over, it’s time to get some exercise again.

np – Mogwai / Government Commissions: BBC Sessions 1996-2004

When Ivy announced that their new album, In The Clear, would be a return to the more organic, guitar-based sound of Apartment Life rather than the slicked-up synths of Long Distance, I was happy to hear it. I’m a big fan of their first two records, but found the third release to be overproduced and overly stiff. Alas, In The Clear is not the album I was hoping for. Yes, there are more guitars – it actually sounds a fair bit like the Andy Chase/Dominique Durand side-project Paco – but the production is still fairly shellac-like. And I mean that like the varnish, not the band.

Ivy’s sophisticated pop has always been distinctly urban, so perhaps the best analogy is that while the first records were the sound of a wide-eyed newcomer to the city, the last couple of releases have been the soundtracks to the lifestyle of the posh sophisticate. Still quite lovely, but comparatively slight and superficial. I’m certainly not going to turn the socialite, but all things being equal, I’d rather hang out with the ingenue without all the make-up. Reviews for the disc have been generally favourable, though, making me think that maybe I had greater expectations for this record than most.

Still, I remain a fan and live in hope that they will recapture the spontenaity of their youth and still look forward to the eventual release of their rarities compilation (maybe even moreso now) either later this year or early next year. In the meantime, the band is touring the new record and currently have dates scheduled up the west coast through May. I’m expecting east coast appearances later this Summer. It’s also good to see that they’ve made all their old videos available on their website in decent quality.

Ryan Adams sure knows how to drive a hard bargain. In favour of going to his May 3 show at the Kool Haus (there was a conflict with another show at the Phoenix that night, hence the venue change), his support act will be Rachael Yamagata, who also contributed vocals to his new one Cold Roses. On the nay side, the $30 price tag. For me, the nays have it, but it’ll be a good show nonetheless. Tix on sale Friday.

It will be interesting to see what sort of crowd turns out to see Loretta Lynn at Massey Hall on July 22 – the old-school country fans or the hipster-come-latelys who own Van Lear Rose and are really just hoping that Jack White makes an appearance? I personally hope for both. And that they fight. In the streets.

The Opera House threatens to collapse under the weight of all the hype on May 21 when LCD Soundsystem and MIA entertain the hipsters. And non-hipsters can get their rawk on at the Phoenix on May 11 with The Stereophonics and Augustana.

So, like the comics fanboy I am, I dashed out and bought Countdown To Infinite Crisis yesterday, it being the latest in DC’s unverse-altering ultra-mega crossovers. I’ll put my thoughts in spoilers just in case someone hasn’t read it yet and intends to: Man, I LIKED Blue Beetle. Like, a lot. I was all about the Giffen/DeMatties JLA and am genuinely sad by how much DC is messing with it. Killing Sue Dibney, killing Blue Beetle, evil Maxwell Lord… I mean, from the previews it was obvious that Teddy-boy bought the farm, but still. I am genuinely saddened by that, more than I thought I’d be. All this makes the publication of Formerly Known As The Justice League last year and the I Can’t Believe It’s Not The Justice League storyline currently running in JLA Classified seem exceptionally cruel. I swear, the payoff for all this better be worthwhile.

np – Pulp / We Love Life

Why is it that movie coupons always seem to expire in the weeks when there’s really nothing in theatres that you want to see? Anyway, one such expiring coupon had me at the Carlton yesterday afternoon to see Steamboy. It’s the new film from Katsuhiro Otomo, director of Akira, and his first animated feature in 16 years. Now I recognize Akira as a masterpiece of Japanese animation, etc etc, but to be honest? I never got it. I’ve seen it a couple times and I try to keep up but by 2/3 of the way through, all it is to me is Neo-Tokyo blowing up and some kid riding a motorcycle around screaming, “TETSUO!!!!”. It certainly offered plenty of eye candy but I found it incomprehensible. Which is why I didn’t have that high of expectations going into Steamboy, but as I said – coupons were a-wasting.

However, I am pleased to report that I was pleasantly surprised. It’s a steampunk tale set in Victorian England during the London during the first World’s Fair, with three generations of inventors in conflict about how to apply their scientific discoveries to the world. Okay, that sounds a little dry, but plot-wise that’s about the size of it. It’s actually quite light in the narrative department, lacking the philosophical and dramatic heft of the best of anime, but it does have lots of loud whiz-bang – and sometimes that’s just what you need.

Most of the film is solid fight scenes as an arms race erupts and spills over into battle on the fairgrounds, destroying large swaths of London. As expected, the story does start to fracture as the film moves along, but it doesn’t cross that line into “what the hell?” like its predecessor did. The voice acting from Patrick Stewart, Alfred Molina and Anna Paquin (as the male hero, for whatever reason) is decent enough though there’s not really a lot of character depth for them to try and convey. The animation and visuals are excellent and the ultra-modern 19th century technology designs and overall attention to detail are stunning. The film as a whole is good fun – not a milestone in animation or storytelling, but certainly enjoyable. Note – I saw the 106 minute North American cut, apparently the director’s cut runs an extra 20 minutes. However this is one of the rare instances where I doubt that anything really crucial was excised and the shorter version is probably better.

You like the sludge rock? Sure you do. Comets On Fire are at Lee’s Palace on June 19. BYOB – Bring your own bong.

Buzz Magazine talks to Fred Smith about Saturday Looks Good To Me and making Every Night, as well as giving a sneak peak to the next record – a double album of half boy songs (“messed up and what’s wrong with you kind of songs”) and half girl songs (“Happy, stompy, fuzzy girl-pop”), due out next year.

The official name of the Son Volt collection will be A Retrospective: 1995-2000. It’s out May 24. Still looking for a complete tracklist, but it will run 20 track and include a version of Woody Guthrie’s “I’ve Got To Know”, Del Reeves’ “Looking at the World Through a Windshield” and Bruce Springsteen’s “Open All Night”.

I just discovered Paste magazine and going through their past feature, I don’t even know where to begin. I’ll point you to their pieces on Shivaree, Low, Bright Eyes and Kathleen Edwards, but after that you gotta wade through their archives yourself.

Still bored? The plough through this fairly comprehensive library of videos, streaming audio and multimediary goodies at Prefix.

np – The Meeting Places / Find Yourself Along The Way

Billboard reports that the resurrected Dinosaur Jr will make their television debut on The Late Late Show on April 15 and I believe the first official performance of the reunion? I think we can be assured they’ll play something OLD. I doubt I’ll stay up to watch it, I’m an old man, I need my sleep, but I’ll certainly try to track it down after the fact. Still no word on North American tour dates, but doing anything on this continent is certainly a start. You may note, however, that there is now a DinosaurJr.com, for all your reunion needs. The reissues of the first three albums came out last week courtesy of the good people at Merge.

Ze Arcade Fire grace the cover of the Canadian edition of Time this week (See cover here, via Arcadefire.net, courtesy me), and the accompanying story uses the band as a case study for examining the indie scene in Canada as well as previewing their picks for the most-anticipated independnet Canuck releases of 2005 and a couple of primers on what it is to be “indie” including an essay by Broken Social Scene’s Brendan Canning on the unbearable lightness of indie. What’s not online (and the feature will probably only be available for a week or two) is their “Five That Matter” piece, which picks Metric, Stars, The Organ, Death From Above 1979 and The Dears as the next big things to bust out of Canada. Of course, depending on what your frame of reference is, you could argue all five of these acts already HAVE busted out, but from Time’s POV, they’re probably sensible picks. I like how they’re mostly from all across Canada (though the Maritimes does get shut out) except Metric, who wave the ex-pat, no fixed address flag. Thanks to Arcadefire.net for the info. I’ll have your copy of the magazine in the mail this week.

CMJ has a sort of feature/review on NME reports that The Tears have pushed back the release of Here Come The Tears from May 2 to sometime in June.

Miss Modern Age points us at a cover of Blondie’s “Call Me” done by two guys I’ve never heard of and Saturday Look’s Good To Me’s divine Betty Marie Barnes. Totally lo-fi but totally awesome.

I’ve got a review of Matt Mays & El Torpedo’s new self-titled album over at Torontoist. Mays was NOW’s cover artist this week and is at the Horseshoe tonight for a free CD release show.

Ain’t It Cool is declaring that the villain in Spider-Man 3 will be Sandman. That’s… a little disappointing. While Thomas Haden Church would be a good fit for the part, Sandman seems so b-list. If this is the last Spidey movie, it’d have been good to see him go up against someone epic. Like Galactus.

So I’d pretty much given up watching Alias this season, I just fell behind too many episodes what with it being on opposite The West Wing and it really didn’t grab my interest after the first three episodes or so, too much of the same old same old. But now Soaring With Eagles points me to this TV Guide letters column where they confirm that they’ve finally convinced Lena Olin to return on May 25 for the season finale as Sydney’s supposedly-dead, probably-still-evil, awesome-nonetheless mother. MAN. So, do I just ignore it all and wait for the season 4 DVD this Fall? Or fire up bit torrent and try and catch up? I mean, West Wing is done after next week, so I could watch the last two months of Alias in real time… Hmm. Oh yeah, can anyone reassure me that this season doesn’t actually suck? That’s also a key factor.

24, back on schedule. Aaaah. Talk talk talk. Come on, I was promised scenes of violence that would be disturbing to some. DISTURBING! Jack’s kick-fu while chained to a wall doesn’t do it. Did they mean the mini-scalping of Behruz off-camera? That’s not disturbing. Nice touch with the stealth fighter – anyone want to lay bets what the endgame plan for that doodad is? There’s the obvious scenario, of course… just where is Air Force One right now anyway? Though I hear that thing’s got mad evasive skills… But I digress. Not as exciting an episode as I’d hoped, but what’re you gonna do. As as an afterthought… I wonder how many people Curtis gets to torture in a regular day?

np – Pinback / Summer In Abaddon