It looks good on him. I’ve always felt Desaparecidos was the best fit for Oberst’s most unhinged, freaked-out vocal performances, and working in this context seems to have ignited a compelling aspect of the storyteller in him. Payola details the pervasive horror and battered hope of a moment boiling over with institutional rot both macro (American imperialism, antiquated religious zealotry) and micro (the yawning death of the record business, as addressed on “Backsell”). Oberst’s lyrics are direct (“All the founding fathers sowed their seeds into servant girls”), blunt (“It’s a locker room of CFOs telling racist...
Kevin Devine and Meredith Graves's new split is now up for pre-order from Bad Timing Records. Here's my snarky disclaimer telling you that my podcast partner Thomas Nassiff runs this record label and just got free promotion from me.
Kevin Devine has announced Devinyl Splits, a six-part, year-long split 7” series that will take place throughout 2015 via Devinyl Records and Bad Timing Records. Devine will release a split 7” with six different partners every other month, beginning on February 24 with Matthew Caws of Nada Surf. April’s split partner is Meredith Graves of Perfect Pussy, and June’s partner is Tigers Jaw. You can now pre-order a special year-long subscription to the series, or Devinyl Splits No. 1 on its own, and find out more info via the Bad Timing webstore.
1. Matthew Caws - “Fiscal Cliff” (Kevin Devine Cover)
2. Kevin Devine - “Inside Of Love” (Nada Surf Cover)
Enjoy the Ride Records has released Kevin Devine's Live at Looney Tunes and the Bridge and Tunnel original motion picture soundtrack on vinyl. The latter features new music from features new music from Taking Back Sunday's John Nolan, Bayside, I Am the Avalanche's Vinnie Caruana and more, and we're giving away a copy on Facebook.
Meredith Graves of Perfect Pussy is working on a solo album, setting up a new record label, and working on a split with Kevin Devine. Listen to her guest spot on the latest podcast with Damian Abraham for even more.
I’m a straight white male, and I don’t know what it’s like not to be. I should never be the loudest voice in this conversation. I think we (people like me) all have deep listening to do if we have any hope at making the people who aren’t us feel safe, valued, equal in this society. We have real & increased responsibility to bear as the power brokers, which we are, and have been. Anyone arguing otherwise, suggesting that we’re a “post-racial” society etc., is skirting offensiveness at worst and…sticking to a willful & highly selective understanding of America’s history, at best. It’s not hard for me to empathize with...
Now, Kevin invites you to make your own version. Even better, all remix entries will be entered into a contest to win a prize package from Kevin Devine and Bad Timing Records! Kevin will listen to all the entries and choose one grand prize winner to receive copies of both variants of the double-A-side “She Can See Me” 7” along with a test press of the release (very rare - limited to only a handful of copies). The winner will also receive a limited poster from the “She Can See Me” record release show in New York City and a bunch of other goodies.
Kevin Devine has released his new music video for "She Can See Me" which you can see in the replies via Billboard. On top of that, Kevin's teamed up with Bad Timing Records to release the She Can See Me 7" which is available for pre-order here. Full details of the release can be found after the jump as well.
Bad Timing Records has announced a new partnership between the label, Kevin Devine, and Favorite Gentlemen Recordings. The first release is Kevin Devine’s She Can See Me 7”, which features both the Bulldozer and Bubblegum versions of the song housed in a double-A-side jacket. You can pre-order it. The 7”s are also included with tickets to the intimate release show which will take place on November 3 at Hi-Fi in New York City.
When that changed, and I was able to transition from part-timing to earning a living playing music, my fear of a life spent running face-first into an endless succession of self-constructed brick walls eventually straightened me out. This was a slow-dawning stroke of luck, because sober senses would be required to navigate an insane industry that was rapidly changing, too. Anyone I knew who was “just” a musician was predominantly maintaining that title by busting their ass on tour, selling their songs to car commercials or some combination thereof.