Death by Twitter

Henry Rollins, so lame:
Is Henry Rollins out of his mind or what? He kicked off an appearance last week at the Crest Theatre with a few jabs at Sacto’s K Street Mall—“Man, is it depressing,” he joked—but it was all downhill from there. And by downhill, I mean three damned-painful hours of self-absorbed, pretentious pontification—including a horrifying sequence where Rollins discussed masturbating in front of his bathroom mirror. Of course, Rollins never used the term “tugging” or “jerking off”—that’s too “vulgar,” he prided—but nevertheless it was apropos of his entire lecture: self-congratulatory masturbation. (Rollins’ minions, be chill and get over yourselves.) (Nick Miller)

By the way, Henry Rollins does not like Twitter. Shocker, right?:
Last Thursday, a rumor that Tribe of Levi’s DJ Filth had died made its way onto Twitter. “If anyone has heard anything from my nigga DJ Filth PLZ hit me up ASAP,” one local emcee posted.

By Friday morning, everyone thought that DJ Filth had died in his sleep. Twitter was a 916 hip-hop obituary, friends posting “dj filth my good friend you will be missed bro bro” and “R.I.P. TO DJ FILTH, MY MUTHAFUCKN FRIEND.” It was pretty sad, actually.

Then, the second wave of rumors hit Twitter: “Dj filth isn’t dead foos,” one post read.

Finally, by the end of Friday, Twitter spoke the truth: “I just talked to DJ Filth HE IS ALIVE,” one emcee posted.

So what happened? Turns out, DJ Filth’s ex-girlfriend leaked rumors of his demise online and kicked off a veritable “DJ Filth Is Dead” meme.

At the time, I made a joke about the fake death being good publicity, since Tribe of Levi had a show Saturday night at The Distillery. But not everyone was in a joking mood; one emcee even called me a “fag” for suggesting that DJ Filth’s ex take over as Tribe of Levi’s PR rep.

And I guess, in retrospect, that’s fair: It’d be no laughing matter if a good friend of mine was rumored dead on Twitter, only to turn out that they were alive and well. Then again, I’d probably have a sense of humor about it afterward. (N.M.)

Worst rap-group moniker?:
Philadelphia duo Chiddy Bang might not have the worst rap name in the biz—they have some competition from Waka Flocka Flame—but it’s pretty close. Thankfully, the group makes up for its aesthetic lapse in nomenclature with fresh tracks. On their best cut to date, “Opposite of Adults,” producer Xaphoon Jones flips MGMT’s “Kids” into an electro-fried showcase for Chidera “Chiddy” Anamege’s rhymes. They’ve only made a few mix tapes so far, such as the just-released Air Swell mix tape, and they just serviced the Opposite of Adults EP to iTunes, but a full-length album is expected in August. In the meantime, you can check them out on Monday, June 14, at Harlow’s (2708 J Street; 9 p.m.; $10). (Mosi Reeves)

Text and walk fail:
Former the Advantage and What’s Up? guitarist Robby Moncrieff has a new album in the pipe, called Who Do You Think You Aren’t?, including a single and video for “Let’s Take a Walk.” The vid, directed by Sean Stout, features Moncrieff texting and walking throughout Sacramento, all the while getting nailed by cars, bloodied and bruised. It’s a funny, well-produced local vid, complete with FX explosions. Check it out at TerrorEyes.tv. (N.M.)

Golden deejays:
After a long hiatus, Midtown bar Golden Bear (2326 K Street) emerged from the sticky, city-bureaucracy red tape this past week with its entertainment permit renewed. So, what does this mean? Well, it means you’ll be getting Sweaty, as in DJ Whores’ dance night every Saturday. And you’ll also be getting a Crucial Fix, with DJ CrookOne, every Friday. Both these nights are free. And, to boot, Golden Bear recently completed a slick remodel to its back patio, restrooms and the like. Drink to that. (N.M.)