One For The Roadie: Detroit Lions Fans Don’t Want Their Nickleback

Brrr, it’s so cold in the D! Well it is for Canadian rockers Nickelback, anyway, who are preparing to play Detroit’s Ford Field during halftime of the Lions-Packers’ Thanksgiving Day game. That’s riling up some Motor City Lions fans like Dennis Guttman, who’d rather not have his favorite team widely associated with the group (ironically, since before this year, few would want to be associated with the bungling Lions). Guttman took to the internet—as most do when faced with a crisis—and started an online petition to try to get the NFL and the Lions organization to change its mind and have a more locally sourced band—anyone from Eminem to the White Stripes, Aretha Franklin to Iggy Pop—play the halftime gig. So far, the petition has not only garnered attention to Guttman’s plight, but also 50,000 online signatures.

“This game is nationally televised, do we really want the rest of the US to associate Detroit with Nickelback? Detroit is home to so many great musicians and they chose Nickelback?!?!?! Does anyone even like Nickelback? Is this some sort of ploy to get people to leave their seats during halftime to spend money on alcoholic beverages and concessions? This is completely unfair to those of us who purchased tickets to the game. At least the people watching at home can mute their TVs. The Lions ought to think about their fans before choosing such an awful band to play at halftime.”

Now, while we won’t weigh in on the appropriateness of having Nickelback at the Lions game or the effect of putting several punctuation marks after your sentences, we will give Guttman an A for the effort. It won’t do anything to change it situation, but at least he knows he’s not alone. Apparently being bludgeoned over the head with the sounds of Nickelback no matter where you go isn’t our Dennis Guttman and a lot of people’s cup of tea. But who knows? While he’s hiding out in the bathroom of the upper, upper mezzanine, waiting for them to finish, he might hear the words every person longs to hear from a Grammy winning band: “This song is dedicated to Dennis Guttman.” That might be enough fire to melt the Nickelback ice around his heart.

One For The Roadie: The Hole-Bizkit Brouhaha

Oh, Courtney Love. Whether you consider her a talented songstress who burned up the 90s with her band Hole, or the Yoko Ono who killed Nirvana, we can’t deny things are just more interesting with her around. Australia witnessed this first hand over the weekend when the singer took her brand of crazy international and opened a can of whoop-butt to another 90s remnant—the Fred Durst-led Limp Bizkit.

Hole was supposed to play the Soundwave Festival in Australia over the weekend, but a last minute scheduling change made Love change her mind. That last minute move was putting Bizkit above Hole on the poster, effectively making the “Celebrity Skin” and “Miss World” band an opening act. Yeah, Courtney didn’t take too kindly to that. She decided (we’ll never know if her mates had any say in that) that Hole would never play second fiddle to the Nookie crew, and tweeted the following to concert promoter AJ Maddah before cancelling:

“What bloody flight of crazed fancy made you think we’d open for Limp, dude?”

Maddah got… well, madder as he disclosed that he refused to drop Hole when two “bigger acts” didn’t want them on the bill. So in the end, Maddah got none of the three, and left with a gaping hole where talent used to be. Fred Durst and Bizkit have taken the high road so far, but that doesn’t mean Love’s actions haven’t been noticed by their former festival mats. Slipknot’s Corey Taylor decided to also go to Twitter and fired off a tweet rocket that any one of us could have written.

“Courtney, you haven’t released a big album in how long? Get over yourself.”

Fantastic.

One For The Roadie: Rick Ross—Fool or Hero?

Last Friday, Miami rapper Rick Ross (#BAWSE!) hit a slight bump on his way to perform at a Memphis Tigers Midnight Madness show. He had two seizures en route to the gig which forced him to land twice. The first time, he had to return to Ft. Lauderdale (diverting all planes in the process) and go to the hospital. After a rather quick check-up, the doctor deemed the Boss fit as a fiddle and let him go. Maybe Ross needed a little more time, however.

“On his way to Memphis,” [Memphis Basketball coach Josh] Pastner said, “he had to make another emergency landing, in Birmingham. He got really sick again, and they had to rush him to the emergency room.”

According to tweets from his crew, he was okay, but they said that the first time he had a seizure that mucked up air travel in the northern Florida region. Can we trust that he is truly fine, or is it just a smoke screen (no pun intended… #BAWSE!) to cover up what might be a fragile state from an industry that celebrates braggadocio and virility? We at OFtR certainly wouldn’t past his handlers, but we worry about Rick Ross if it is true. This isn’t a Guns N’ Roses story where they were too wasted to play—the man had seizures they still can’t place.

But we’d like to hear from you on whether or not your respect the Bawse’s attempt, regardless of number of seizures, to get to his show to entertain his fans. Or do you think he needlessly put himself in danger?

One For The Roadie: Did Adele’s Concert Dates Go Up In Smoke?

Working at a place where our fingers are always on the pulse of what’s going on in the entertainment world gives you a certain worldview on things. So when Adele cancelled two sets of dates on her latest tour this year, we understandably went bananas (and not because we had tickets to her Austin show at Stubbs). Was this the beginning of the end for one of the best music stories to come out in the past five years? Laryngitis comes and goes, but hers seemed to be persistent, essentially shelving her North American dates.

As someone who recently lost their voice screaming for hours at the Raiders/Texans game, I am totally sympathetic to Adele. It’s been three days and my voice still hasn’t come back. However, I lose that sympathy when I remember reading articles about her and she’s always smoking, or talking about smoking or posing for pictures smoking. “A-ha,” I’d think to myself in my mom’s voice, “it’s the smoking that’s doing her in!” Well, according to her, it’s not the smoking. It’s the talking. And even though she’s quit smoking in the hardest way possible–cold turkey—she will never blame her true love. That being cigarettes, not the dude she wrote 21 about. As she told Brit Tabloid, The Sun

“Smoking is not the reason I got laryngitis – it was because I was talking too much. I damage my voice offstage, not onstage. Onstage I am fine as apparently I am technically great, but when I talk I damage my voice big time. I have got screwed into giving up smoking.

If I wasn’t a singer I still would be smoking 25 a day. Smoking is my favourite thing to do in the world, I am gutted I have had to give up. But I have been tough – no patches, no gum, no hypnotism. It [expletive] sucks.”

Of course, if she heals properly now, we won’t know what is actually was. Occam’s razor would tell me it would be her [expletive] cigarettes, but at that point we wouldn’t care. If she’s all of a sudden in Austin belting out “Someone Like You,” then it could’ve been an obsession with eating broken glass that kept her voice under wraps. We would have her back. But there will always be a side of me that thinks that this could’ve all been avoided had she treated her voice like the beautiful instrument it is and taken care of it by not smoking.

However, if it is because she talks too much, I’d be even more devastated. She gives the best song intros during her shows that I’ve ever heard. Check out her awesome segue as she goes into Bonnie Raitt’s “I Can’t Make You Love Me.” Be well, sweet Adele. We’ll see you in Austin soon.

One For The Roadie: Radiohead #OccupiesNewYorkCity

In my two months writing this column, I’ve shown a tremendous love for Radiohead, my favorite living rock band. So that’s why I find it a personal affront that the group chose to wait until I left New York to make the city its plaything. For the past two weeks, the British band has holed up in the Big Apple and played around town like some artist-in-residency at a fancy college. Except, instead of poetry from the heart, Thom Yorke and company have been rocking the hell out of the city. Damn them.

Of course, there are many reasons that I would not have been able to see them. First, most of their performances have been pretty much closed off to the public. Half their performances were at “Late Night With Jimmy Fallon” and “The Colbert Report,” which are hard enough to get into to begin with (unless you totally lucked out and randomly chose to get tickets to the show months in advance-if so, L’Chaim to you). However, add one of the greatest bands ever into the mix, and the tickets become damn near impossible to get your hands on. Secondly, the two Roseland Ballroom shows they did sell tickets to sold out about as quickly as you’d expect them to because it’s a relatively small room. I mean, RH blew my mind in the middle of a field in New Jersey with the Statue of Liberty behind them. Imagine a crowd of about 1,500? No wonder it was the hottest ticket since forever in New York City. Only the Yankees and a reincarnated Frank Sinatra get that kind of buzz. And for the prices they were going for outside the venue ($1,200 and up), my wife would have killed me once I got home (which was late – they went on at 10:40! My hypothetical NYC self has work in the morning!).

The last reason I would have probably not seen them is because I would’ve believed the rumor that they were going to jam out for the protesters at #OccupyWallStreet , which I believe is the official name given to the protest. So I would’ve forgot about selling a liver for tickets, skipped work, been caught up in the pepper sprayed masses, only to hear random drumbeats coming from the protesters, and not Phil Selway’s drum kit. Oh that would’ve made me sooo angry.

However, I’m in Austin and was able to see the band jam on TV from the comfort of my living room. Can’t you tell how happy I  am… soo, sooo happy! Oh look, they played “Street Spirit,” my favorite rock song ever… so happy. Excuse me while I go pepper spray myself.

For more cool videos and pics, check out Brooklyn Vegan’s recap of the Roseland Shows.