Read it and weep. Third Man Records hangs a shingle for their all-vinyl pop-up shop in the Cleaners at Ace Hotel & Swim Club — the only record store in Palm Springs for the time being — during our annual music and arts festival Desert Gold, deep in the desert during Coachella-time. Jack White, this year’s official ambassador of Record Store Day on 4/20, dude — hosts along with Ben Swank and other Third Man women and men. They’ll run a karaoke ring with NPR Music and other labels and groups in the Amigo Room, and pull all other manner of great feats of musical prowess off during the following couple of weeks. Stay tuned on our Desert Gold site, and bring your LP bag.
Origami Vinyl in Echo Park is one of our favorite record stores (and record labels) in the world — and their shop dog Ali is pretty great. Peering into their bins is as lascivious and thrilling as it sounds, so we asked a few of their certified cratediggers for their picks of the week.
Neil Schield — the bicep : Chelsea Light Moving S/T
It was a sad day when Sonic Youth went on indefinite hiatus a few months back. The band has been a huge inspiration to me over the years and I was lucky enough to work with them on their Murray Street album. Then I heard about Thurston Moore’s new adventure in the form of Chelsea Light Moving. I was blown away the moment I heard the first track “Lip”. The album is not only refreshing and new but harkens back to earlier SY material that was all about sonic experimentation. Get ready to drop some guitar bombs on your stereo.
Sean Stentz — the wild beauty, bassist of NO : Beak>
Geoff Barrow of Portishead and his pals from Beak> return to form sounding like a PBS documentary soundtrack meets Mad Max: Road Warrior. Dark and buzzy, I love it for filling that ever expanding Kraut-rock shaped hole in my ears.
Emily Twombly — the brain : Palma Violets 180
Palma Violets remind me of a band you’d see in a shitty basement at a party but as soon as they start playing the party turns into the best night of your life. You can tell they’re stoked about rock music and the sincerity goes a long way. Their songs are earnest anthems about “boy stuff”…. but more specifically they are NOT about being sad about girl stuff. These kids definitely collect records — with nods to bands like The Doors, Faces and the Velvet Underground. This is definitely going to be the soundtrack to my summer…
To many, Linda Gerard needs no introduction. She has a cult following of devoted fans who journey to sunny Ace in Palm Springs to catch a glimpse and an earful of this self-described — Older, Wiser Lesbian. She’s everyone’s femme idol, the apple of our eye and one of our favorite human beings. She’s also a ridiculously talented woman with many an industry notch on her belt. That she’s decided to settle down with us in the desert, hosting Sissy Bingo every week and otherwise wowing those in the know as well as virgin ears and eyes, makes us incredibly blessed. Linda’s voice carries the oceanic vibrations of every great Broadway star before her, and she lets it ricochet ‘gainst the walls of King’s Highway when the mood is right. Her penchant for show-stopping eyewear and envy-inducing collection of let-your-light-shine sweaters and blazers leave us swooning.
We recently released a vinyl-only limited edition of Linda’s greatest hits, Fabulous Selections on our shop, and for our mutual dear friend DJ Day — another Palm Spring legend — we also present his first album, Land of 1000 Chances, on the shop. Day and Linda sat down recently to thumb through a bit of Linda’s life story — the stuff of big dreams, massive love, brave independence and a woman from whom we all have a lot to learn — entrusted to a confidante half her age but who’s definitely dancing to a similar drummer.
Let’s start from the beginning.
I was born in Trenton, New Jersey, in 1938, to a very orthodox Jewish family. Kept kosher, did the whole bit. I was always a performer. I always got up in front of people and sang. So, when I was old enough to get on the train my parents would let me go by myself to study in New York. I studied singing, dancing, acting, elocution and all that stuff. My parents wanted me to go to private school, but I said, “No, no, no. I don’t want to go to private school.”
I went to Trenton High School and I was in all the plays and the musicals and that was fun. Then when it was time to go to college and my parents wanted me to go I said, “I want to be in show business, but I’ll go to college if I can go to New York City.” There was a college in New York City called Finch, and it was on 78th Street between Park and Madison. I knew that if I got in I could sing on the weekends because that’s what I wanted to do. I got into Finch and on weekends I sang at 1 Fifth Avenue. I was always singing. I didn’t get great grades but I didn’t care. My parents cared, but I didn’t care. So the following year I didn’t want to go back. I said to parents, “Let me audition for the American Theatre Wing,” which was a very good school, for musical comedy.