IAN SLOANE IS THE SHIT

This past Sunday, I had the distinct pleasure of attending the listening party for Ian Sloane's new album, Let's Talk Tomorrow. Ian Sloane is a great friend of mine and an AMAZING artist. I swear to God, this kid is gonna be the next Timbaland. His album is an intoxicating mix of hip hop, rock, pop, electronica, and soul. I've honestly never heard anything like this record. Ian sings, raps, writes, produces, and plays nearly every instrument on L.T.T. The album features many collaborations, including two with me.

The first song we worked on together was his re-imagining of the Carlotta song, Caroline. Now Caroline was one of the first songs Andrew and I ever wrote together for Carlotta. It was way back in 2005 when we were both school boys at Harvard Westlake. I remember going into one of the piano rooms during a free period and just laying that shit dooown. I love that song and it really means a lot to me. There is a real Caroline and she's just as amazing and insane as the song makes her out to be. Long story short, when I heard that Ian wanted to do his own version of it, I was preparing myself to not love it. Turns out, his version was slick as fuck and truly blew me away. It's not a cover and it's not a remix. It's a re-imagining. Okay, I know that sounded lamer that an Uggs-Crocs hybrid, but I don't know what else to call it. He asked me to sing on the song and I happily did.

After the success of that collaboration, we decided to do another song together. I went into his studio prepared for a long day of singing and writing. But it really didn't take that long. In five minutes, You Need Me was born. I seriousley just sang the first things that came into my head when I heard the beat. Turns out, it worked. I love all different types of music, so it's always nice to write for other artists in different genres. Ian was even nice enough to leave in my vocals in the chorus.

I don't know why, but I feel like this song is gonna go places. It just sounds so radio-ready. I can hear it on T.V. I can hear it in video games. I can hear this shit in movies. Maybe my dream of having my music in a chick flick fashion montage will finally come true! In any case, give a listen. You can here You Need Me by clicking Here or by checking out Ian's Myspace page.

Warhol Was Wrong!

In the future, everyone will have fifteen minutes of PRIVACY.

BTW, just saw Factory Girl on T.V. and all I can say is DAMN! Warhol was an A-hole! But I guess all artists have a little monster in them. I certainly do. But mine is more of an Elmo type monster.

If You Can't Achieve It, Weave It!

I have a strange fascination with weaves. I always have. I'm not entirely sure of the origin of this obsession, but I'm gonna blame it all on Ricki Lake. Feel free to blame all of your problems on her. I certainly find it to be helpful.

Anyweave, when I was a wee lad, I used to watch The Ricki Lake Show religiously. As a seven year old, I was all about Ricki. Jenny Jones and Sally Jesse were aight, but they had nothing on my girl. While I loved the boot camp episodes (You don't know me! You don't know me), I was UBB-sessed with the "Weave War" specials. I mean, I would literally tape that shit on VHS. After watching those episodes, I became desperate for my own weave. I begged my mom for one, but she just told to me to "wear a fun hat". Bitch Please. As if I'm gonna walk around the house in a Dr. Seuss raver atrocity. Okay, maybe I did. But come on, who didn't wear a tall felt hat at least once in the 90s? I just wanted to live in a world where motors and living doves were acceptable hair accessories. Was that too much to ask for? Apparently it was.

A lot of people are turned off by the notion of wearing someone else's hair on their head. I think those people are missing the point. The idea that struggling third world women grow out their hair so that rich Americans can glue it to their scalps is part of what makes weaves so amazing! It's like a Twilight Zone episode, but Real!

I once read a coffee table book that claimed when the masses start to wear false hair, it signified the beginning of a societal decline. The author pointed to the Egyptian and Roman Empires as examples. With 2012 just around the corner, that seems about right. Everybody and their Nana is rocking a weave these days. Armageddon, Here We Come! You can blame Ricki, Britney, or any of the other weave pioneers!

BTW, my false hair dreams did eventually come true. I had a weave for about a month last year and it was just as bizarre as I had hoped. My hair was pretty short to begin with so I only extended it like 5 inches. Hey! Don't gimme that Bret Michaels: Rock of Love pity look. It was just a fun experiment. A fun experiment that left me with a dime sized bald spot next to my ear. Oh well. I guess it was worth it. Look at that glorious weave blowing in the wind.

Give Drew The Emmy Now!!!

Grey Gardens is one of my favorite movies of ALL time. In case you're unfamiliar with the 1975 documentary, lemme catch you up. It's basically the story of "Big Edie" and "Little Edie", the aunt and cousin of Jackie O. The movie follows the mother and daughter and their bizarre life at Grey Gardens, a dilapidated mansion in East Hampton. It's heartbreaking, hilarious, and shockingly human. You should seriously see it if you haven't. It's a classic.

When I first heard that HBO was making a movie based on the doc, I had mixed feelings. The fact that they hired Drew Barrymore to play Little Edie only added to my confusion. Don't get me wrong. I love Drew. I mean, what's not to love? She has a lisp, was a cokehead at 12, and comes from the Valley. She's basically like every friend I've ever had. But could Drew pull off the role? Turns out, Hell to the Yes.

I just watched the trailer for HBO's Grey Gardens and was knocked the fuck sideways. Drew Barrymore IS little Edie. She even has the East Hampton accent down pat. That's a STAUNCH performance right there. Just give this bitch the Emmy now. Contest over. Fuck, I know this shit is on T.V., but give her an Oscar. I know it's just a trailer, but come on. This movie looks amazing.



If you liked that, you should see the real movie first. Here's one of the most famous clips.

My Personal Style Icons

I have strange taste. I always have. While my color blindness may account for some of my choices, a lot of my personal style comes from my influences. Here are some of the fashion icons that I look up to. Drum roll please. No drum set? Well come better prepared next time.

Of course there's the legendary Buddy Holly. I mean, come on. That look is still fresher than fresh 50 years later.

As a child of the 90s, the looks of Cher Horowitz in Clueless will always hold a special place in my heart.

Who else could pull off a red vest, polka dot shirt, and suspenders? Jack Pumpkinhead's style will always be classically strange. Plus his amazing body would put any model to shame.

No one pulled off the "I don't give a fuck" quite like Kurt. I do give a fuck, but it's good to look like you don't sometimes.

Most of the time I'm able to keep my influences in balance. Sometimes my brain tells me to do naughty things and I end up looking like homeless dude on Sesame Street. Exhibit A: The pic below from an early CARLOTTA show in 2006. It looks like my fashion influences puked all over me. Actually it looks I was under the influence when I got dressed. Maybe I was? Junior year of high school was kinda fuzzy. In any case, I stand by it. I might just have to rock that look at our next show.

I'm Colorblind! Jealous?

Like 12% of all white males, I'm colorblind. Red Green color blind to be exact. When I tell people about my pigment challenges, they usually ask me a lot of dumb ass questions like "what color is the sky?" I'm not stupid. I know the sky is blue. I am a proud pre-school graduate and I was able to gather some great information in between juice box binges. Puh-Lease. The next question is usually: "So is everything in black and white?" Fuck no. I'm not living in some I Love Lucy universe. And thank God. That show always made me so nervous. I always wanted her stay out of trouble! And don't get me started on Fred. Jesus Christ! I hated Fred. What a downer. Okay. Rant over. Back to my gorgeous eyes.

I do see colors. I just don't see the colors most people do. I think that's actually pretty cool. I love the colors I see. Then again, they're all I've ever seen or known. Have their been some wardrobe malfunctions in my past? Absolutely. But I'm better now. I hardly ever wear pink and red together anymore. But I'm holding onto my brown and orange combos. I happen to like looking like a 1970s kitchen every now and then.

My question is this: If red green colorblindness is pretty common (at least in dudes), who the fuck designed streetlights? I'd be lying if I said I hadn't gotten confused at an intersection or ten. Then again, it did take me 6 tries to get my license. But that's another story for another time.

Are you colorblind? Take this test. Or better yet, check out this image below. See a number in the circle? Cuz I sure as fuck don't.

Drop Acid And Look At This Picture

Don't have acid? Smoke a bowl then. Don't smoke? Well paint your nails (a few times over) in the smallest room in your house. That should do the trick. Seriously, Erik Johannson is an amazing artist. You should check out his other stuff.

Britney's Real Voice Y'all!

I'm sure many of you have already seen this now infamous Youtube video. But in case you haven't, lemme break it down for you. Back in 2001 (When terrorism and Britney were at their respective peaks), Miss Spears performed a live show in Vegas for HBO. Per usual, backing tracks were used to overpower her vocals. She actually doesn't lipsynch y'all. She really does sing along. They just make sure you can't hear her. It's one of those "if a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it" scenarios. Anyway, a couple years later, some bitter bitch decided to release all of Britney's actual audio and post that shit online. Some of her vocals are decent. Some are terrible. And some are just plain creepy. I always get goosebumps at the 1:30 mark when she sings "And now you're out of sight!" That's some Poltergeist shit right there.

CHILDREN OF THE 90S, TIME TO GET WEEPY

If you were born in the late 80s or early 90s, that clip should make you feel all gooey and sentimental inside. I know that's the case for me. If it doesn't, you must be too old, too young, or not have had cable as a child. All three of those are deal breakers for me.

BTW the 90s were sooooo cool and grungey that even freaking kids shows had melancholy Seattle theme songs. God I wish I was 7 again.

INTERVENTION: THE MUSICAL

No one seems to have any original ideas lately. It seems like all the studios and coorperations just want to rehash old ideas into new ones. Fast and Furious anyone? Melrose Place: The Next Generation? You know when Spiderman gets the greenlight to become a fucking musical, the bigwigs have officially run out of new ideas. But don't get me wrong. I'm not judgin'. Instead I want to to jump onto this sinking ship. And may I propose...... INTERVENTION: THE MUSICAL!

I'm obsessed with A&E's Intervention. In particular, I'm obsessed with the episode starring Christy, the meth addicted alcoholic stripper. In case you're un-familiar with the spectacle that IS Christy, watch this video below. If you can "handle her" (her words, not mine), congratulations! You're going to Hell. Don't sweat it though. I'll see you there. I'll be the one chained to Andy Rooney at the 24 hour Pizza Bar.



Did you hear that? In the middle of her intervention, she asks why there isn't any "music up in this mother?" This woman is practically screaming to have her life made into a musical. Let's look at the stats. First of all, she's a stripper. You know that would guarantee some amazing musical numbers. Second of all, she's heartbreaking AND hilarious. A good musical should make you cry AND laugh. And thirdly, every other word out of her mouth deserves the songwriting treatment. Some of the quote inspired numbers could include....

"I got what I wanted!"
"When the devil possesses me, I love it"
"I feel so sorry for you (I really do)"
"All the movie stars are doing it!"
"A positive plus a negative is I don't know"
And the show stopper finale: "Oh my God! That's awesome dude!"

P.I.M.P.

Janelle Monae: Andre 3000 With Tits

This Bitch should be a superstar. I discovered Janelle Monae about 6 months ago while on tour. We were in the van and I was taking a C.D. out when the radio came on. Usually it's just static when we're on the road, but for some reason this voice came booming and nearly knocked me out. I quickly began writing down the lyrics into my blackberry so I could find out who it was. One google search later and I was hooked.

Janelle is so weird, so cool, so original, she should be HUGE. She's Andre 3000 with a touch of Amy Winehouse and Buddy Holly. Come on, thats quite a combo plate. She's signed to Bad Boy and gets played on BET sometimes, but MTV and pop radio has ignored her so far. I think she's the shit.

I want to go to there

I found this pic online and I don't know if it's real or not. All I know is I wanna have a serious cuddle sesh with these Narnia lookin motherfuckers. You know they'd be so warm and cozy. Honestly, this pic really making me feel things inside. Warm things. Gooey things. Duncan Heinz things.
Sidenote: I keep expecting to see Bjork gliding down the icy hill to join them. You just know those three are all friends.

Seperated At Birth

Is it just me or is Rihanna slowly morphing into Michael Jackson circa We Are The World?
Wet jerry curl? Check. "Don't look at me" shades? Check. Shoulder pads? Check.
I totally support this transformation btw.

Welcome to my blog! Now take off your fucking shoes!!!

Ahhh my dearies,

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Clayton. Just Clayton. I'm trying to go with the one name thing (A la Madonna or Tigger), but unfortunately everyone knows my last name already. Ugghh. Bitches can be so nosey. It's not that I don't like my last name. It's aight. It's just that it sounds a lot like a famous American Idol contestant who I'd rather not be compared to.

Anyways, I'm 20 years old and I'm in a band called CARLOTTA. We released our first album, Out of Love, last year and have been touring the country to promote it ever since. We've gotten to open up for such bands as Filter, The Ting Tings, Saving Abel, Meriwether and Blake Lewis. Basically I love my job. It might not make me millions at the moment, but I get to do what I love.

We're currently working on our follow up album back home here in L.A. So basically my days consist of writing songs, recording demos, and watching as much daytime T.V. as my brain can handle. Seriously, my skull is filled with so much useless information, it's staggering. I don't know half of my friend's last names. But I could tell you the ABC fall lineup from 1999 without any problems.

I can't help it. I love music. I love television. I love moving picture shows. I love all things pop culture. And I believe that it is my duty (haha...funny word) to share my useless information with the world. I already have another blog, CarlottaTheBand.com, but that's more of the official band blog. I'll still update that one all the time. But this is my shit talk blog. This blog is all about freedom. The freedom to write about whatever I want. I've given myself full carte blanche here and I think it's gonna be a bumpy ride.