Days of our nights

Peter, Peter, bad pill eater, had a lawsuit and couldn't beat 'er. OK, so our poetry skills suck about as bad as R.E.M. guitarist Peter Buck's legal situation—and it's looking like the much-abused celebrity escape-hatch clause may not get him out this time. Though Buck and his lawyer have repeatedly denied charges he was drunk and unruly on a Seattle-to-London flight in April of last year (there were some rumblings of adverse reactions to "medication") and assaulting crew members, the evidence says otherwise: He is accused of, among other things, "damaging British Airways crockery," "tussl[ing] with crew members and covering them in yogurt," "mistak[ing] a hostess trolley for a CD player," and perhaps less amusingly, attempting to stick a knife up his sleeve. The trial began Monday, March 18 and is scheduled to wrap up within eight days. . . . Hot, hot topic: Le Tigre brought down the Showbox last Thursday, along with labelmate Tami Hart and the K Records- distributed Chicks on Speed (who, for a glorified new-wave karaoke act, are really, really fun). After a kick-out-the-jams set of new Feminist Sweepstakes material and old favorites—with shout-outs to everyone from Mary J. Blige to a women's self- defense karate school in Brooklyn—we were stunned into happiness. What other band gives you coordinated dances, self-righteously political roller-skate jams, and heartfelt confessionals on surviving childhood sexual abuse, without missing a beat? We felt like we were 15 again, pissed off and hopeful and sugar-spastic all at once, with the brand-new Bikini Kill tape in our back pocket. And we were even home before curfew. Thanks, ladies. . . . Spiritualized are coming back to the Showbox (this time on April 2), and the always tenacious Jason Pierce says this time he's cutting out the full brass section (we can still practically taste the tinnitus from last year's show),

forging ahead instead with "only" seven members. Says Pierce, "Spiritualized has always been primarily a live band, and I'll tour Let It Come Down until the money runs out." . . . Warm up the sage sticks and give the microbus a lube job, kids: Phish are back! Beginning May 21, the post-Dead kings of the jammy-jam are returning from a self-imposed retirement with a full season of shows. And they're warming up the masses with an April 7 appearance on The Simpsons, in which they play at a pro-pot rally in Springfield. We can smell it. . . . Electroclash N.Y.C. hipsters Fischer-Spooner, whose bizarre, spectacular rock-opera/ performance-art stage appearances have earned them a rabid following amongst even the most jaded been-there, done-that, and dated-Chl�evigny-while- I-did-it Manhattanites, have just snagged a $2 million/two-album deal with Ministry of Sound. If anyone at Ministry manages to give them a video budget, maybe the revolution will be televised. . . . Hold fast, children of the night; Daniel Ash's show has been rescheduled from March 9 to April 22 but will still be held at the Crocodile. . . . We heart the Green Room lately, seeing as they're putting together so many good, small bills. Case in point: Talented singer-songwriter Amy Blaschke teams up with Minus the Bear drummer Erin Tate and James Bertram (Red Stars Theory, Built to Spill, 764-HERO, Lync) on bass this Sunday the 24th. It's economical as all get out, and the room's so intimate, you could probably even count the performers' eyelashes from the cheap seats—but you'll be too busy listening, right? . . . A friend tells us that on the current tour featuring Britrock: The Next Generation mopesters South and Elbow (which recently Limeyed its way through Seattle), Elbow singer Guy Garvey arrived in Atlanta struggling with throat problems. Their

solution? Elbow karaoke! No, seriously; the band plays a short film, then audience members were invited onstage, handed a lyrics sheet, and let loose. As potentially awful as that sounds, they reportedly "pulled it off brilliantly," and even Joel from South did a number. . . . Shiny-headed superstar Moby is recruiting quite the motley crew for the video of upcoming single "We Are All Made of Stars" (due for release April 29): The call sheet includes Tommy Lee, Thora Birch, Dave Navarro, Corey Feldman, Mini-Me Vern Troyer, Ron Jeremy, Kato Kaelin, Todd Bridges, and—could it be possibly complete without him?—Gary Coleman. As directed by U2, Garbage, and Wu-Tang alumnus Joseph Kahn, Moby is depicted in the clip as a spaceman who lands in L.A. and observes Hollywood as an extraterrestrial stranger. And, we imagine, runs home screaming. . . . Speaking of Mr. Moby, the artist has recently collaborated with New Order on a cover of Joy Division's classic track "New Dawn Fades" for the soundtrack to the early Manchester club-scene doc 24 Hour Party People, which we recently discussed in this here column. . . . It looks like Unwound are finally, well, unwinding. The Oly fixtures are calling it quits after more than 10 years and seven albums, and apparently it's an amicable split, with several members already putting solo plans in the works. A four-date West Coast tour will conclude at the Vera Project's Northwest Asian Art Theater on March 29; go to www.ticketweb.com for advance tix. . . . And finally, we say a sad goodbye to Wall of Voodoo guitarist and songwriter Marc Moreland, who died in Paris of kidney failure at the age of 44. You may only know him as the guy behind '80s MTV staple "Mexican Radio," but he also co-founded the Skulls, one of L.A.'s earliest punk bands, and worked steadily right up until his death. Rest in peace, Marc.

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