Days of our nights

Yo La Tengo Fans: Boy, we hope you're DOON fans, too. Why? Because we've got low self-esteem and need validation, of course, but also because we blew it big-time in our listings last week, and if you flip straight to our column when this paper comes hot off the presses, there's still time to fix it. The Sounds of Science (not Silence—god, we're retarded) silent film they're scoring live at the Cinerama starts at 8 p.m., not 9, as we stated in last week's paper. So! We'd hate you to miss a good hour, or to think YLT were playing along to a Simon and Garfunkel docudrama, and if you're a faithful reader, now you won't. But how about next time we just try getting it right the first time? . . . While we're apologizing: We are sincerely sorry we so heartily recommended the Beta Band last week. Well, sort of. We still stand by our love of their recorded output, but live—man, they were stinky. At times, it seemed the Disco Biscuits or some other jammy-jam band had stolen the stage, and far too many of our favorite tunes from Hot Shots Part II and The 3 EPs were smoothed out into a surprisingly wanky, innocuous set. That smarmy Scottish humor we so enjoyed before had definitely gone AWOL, as did, eventually, our attention. . . . We hope everyone voted this week in our all-important city election. But if you didn't, here's another chance to have your voice heard and take part in the democratic process that makes our country so great: log on to www.mtv.com/music/ viewers_pick and decide which of three relatively "out there" videos make it onto MTV2 as a regular-rotation Viewers' Pick. Will it be the White Stripes' "Hotel Yorba," Lina's "It's Alright," or Black Rebel Motorcycle Club's "Whatever Happened to My Rock and Roll (Punk Song)"? We don't know, but no matter how small the indie crumbs the Viacom powers-that-be are tossing our way, we're eating them up with a spork. . . . Speaking of MTV2,

has anyone else caught the new Strokes video? The song is "The Modern Age," and the whole thing looks pretty much like five shaggy guys staggering around an American Bandstand set, circa 1974. Unsurprisingly, it's a group trustafarian effort, directed by Roman (progeny of Francis Ford) Coppola and starring head Stroker Julian (heir to model-agency magnate John) Casablancas and his Park Avenue pals, all doing their best to look scruffy and downtown and real. But shit, the song is still pretty good. . . . And speaking of the Strokes—man, are we just killing on segues this week or what!--every cultural phenomenon deserves a parody, and the band that has spawned a thousand overly breathless magazine profiles have now spawned—natch—a twisted tribute band. The Diff'rent Strokes, who play Casio-esque keyboard versions of the pouty quintet's Stooges-heavy hits, are set to release the EP This Isn't It next month on Guided Missile. And yes, there will be instrumental versions of standout tracks "Last Nite," "Hard to Explain," "Is This It?" and the aforementioned "The Modern Age." . . . With all this free-floating biological warfare in the air, it seems that Garbage's Butch Vig has fallen victim to a more old-school malady—hepatitis A. "I've never missed a gig in my life!" he told fans on the band's Web site. "Over the years, I've played with fractured bones, food poisoning, the flu, heat exhaustion, wicked hangovers, pinched nerves . . . and all sorts of ailments." But it seems it took a raw oyster somewhere in Indiana to fell him, leaving the drummer/producer (in case you've forgotten, he manned the boards for the likes of Nirvana's Nevermind, Sonic Youth, and the Smashing Pumpkins) wracked with fever, chills, spasms, and even jaundice. Yow! Drummer Matt Chamberlain (Tori Amos, Fiona Apple) will fill in on the band's North American tour. . . . Seen downtown on Sunday: former

Winona paramour and semiacclaimed singer-songwriter Pete Yorn (he was in town for an early set at the Showbox this past Saturday), looking particularly foofy-haired and surprisingly short (don't they always?), entering the Pacific Place palace o' retail through the doors of J.Crew with two relatively nondescript pals in tow. . . . No Diggity, No Doubt: the band you thought were as done as the ska revival are still in the game. They've been busy taking two steps forward, three steps back—that is, bringing on the likes of Ric Ocasek, Prince, William Orbit, and Nellee Hooper (of Bj�/B> fame) (plus a bunch of dance-hall reggae guys) to produce tracks for their upcoming release, Rock Steady, while simultaneously choosing to cut contributions from Timbaland, Dr. Dre, and hotter-than-a-hot-poker- in-the-eyeball producers the Neptunes. Why? Because Gwen Stefani arm- candy and Bush frontman Gavin Rossdale wasn't "feeling it." Last time we checked, Mr. "Everything Zen" was about as good at "feeling it" as David Hasselhoff, but then, what do we know? . . . Anyways, with that kind of star power, Steady is bound to be either a magnificent, incredible success or a magnificent, incredibly incoherent mess— either way, it should be entertaining to watch the spectacle.

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