The “reunited” Hole (which is actually just Courtney Love with some random session musicians suffering through watered down Grunge 4.0…in 2010!) performed a new song, “Samantha”, on BBC TV show Friday Night With Jonathan Ross last week. Playing live has never exactly been Love’s strong suit, but what is? Not singing. Not typing. Not motherhood. Drug-taking and self-aggrandizement? Sure. She’s good at a few things.

Well, according to Molly Ringwald, he did. Writer David Kamp’s recent tribute to John Hughes, the godfather of 80’s teen-angst for film, was a feature spread in Vanity Fair, which also included a few sidebar interviews with some of the actors synonymous with Hughes’ films. In Ringwald’s segment, she talks about her teenage obsession with The Cure (which still stands to this day) and playing the band’s uncharacteristically jubilant single “The Lovecats” for the late director, who then began a screenplay. Hughes even showed Ringwald his ideas for the soundtrack, which, inexplicably, featured lots of Dave Brubeck tunes and, even stranger, a Bob Dylan song.

The Cure song that inspired it all:

Murder By Death is streaming a brand new song on it’s MySpace page as a teaser for the April 6, 2010 release of Good Morning Magpie, its fifth long-player and second for Vagrant Records. The new album was written by vocalist/guitarist Adam Turla on a lonely backwoods sojourn. This first taste, “Foxglove”, shows a remarkably positive side to a band that has made a career out of expressing the highly melodramatic and cathartic plight of the fight against demons and darkness. Turla’s vocals have aged into a thick warble, reminiscent of Johnny Cash, while the music has matured into a more nuanced approach, still replete with strings and tension.

Great post (w/mix) over at Music For Kids Who Can’t Read Good about the famous Ronettes drum intro which has ended up in dozens of indie tracks over the years.

The internet loves the mystery of a speeding car.

With MTV’s removal of the words “Music Television” from its iconic logo, the reality network finally admits, however passively, that music is in no way a driving force behind its existence anymore. This is news to absolutely no one, much less to the train-wreck-craving rubberneckers who seem glued to watching Guidos confirm that America is a vapid cesspool of unbridled narcissism.

MTV’s logo in better days: