— If you were not born both gold and a lion, perhaps you thought you’d have no chance to take part in a video for the Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ new record. But now, fans are being asked to show their love for Show Your Bones: The band’s website is currently advertising for fan submissions to appear in the clip for ”Cheated Hearts,” the second single from their second full-length. ”We need you!… We want to know what you would do if you were playing us in our video,” the site demands. ”Do the Nick, do the Brian, do the Karen O.” Submissions — on DV tape only — must be postmarked by June 12. For details, go to the YYY website.
— The Soft (News) Bulletin: The Flaming Lips, on tour to support their latest release, At War With the Mystics, will be on the road nearly all summer, with mates like Sonic Youth, Stephen Malkmus, and, on a select few dates, Ween and the Go!Team; for the most recently updated tour information, see flaminglips.com or livedaily.com. Speaking of Lip-shtick, you can catch leader Wayne Coyne on YouTube now, giving the commencement speech for his Oklahoma high-school alma mater (watch part 1 and part 2). Via video, he admits, in his famously laconic drawl, ”I am not technically a high school graduate, even myself… It is well documented that I worked at Long John Silver’s and sold pot out of my apartment. Some of you may say that it’s a wonder that I didn’t end up going to jail, and I would agree with you.” Still, he insists, ”We can’t control who we become, but we can control what we do.” Words not unlike the ones spoken by Jodie Foster at Penn’s own commencement recently, in which she quoted extensively the work of one Marshall Mathers. Her beat-poetry reading of Eminem’s ”Lose Yourself” is both cringe-worthy and amazing — she did indeed heed the words, ”You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow.”
— A get-well-soon to Kaiser Chiefs frontman Ricky Wilson, who was hit by a car while crossing the street in his native Leeds. According to the band’s website, the guy famous for his David Lee Roth-style stage kicks may have actually been saved by them: ”It sounds daft, but a ‘Ricky trademark jump’ has probably saved his life. The jump meant he was flipped over the top of the car, hitting the windscreen, rather than getting trapped under it.” The singer escaped with only a broken toe and bruising, though it’s hardly his first incident: He tore ligaments in his leg during the band’s first show of their first American tour last year, due to one of those very same kicks.
— As Americans and consummate fans of the hyphenated career, we occasionally allow our actresses to try their hand at singing (though time has not been kind to the musical output of Jennifer Love Hewitt). The latest to take the disco-bait? Brittany Murphy, whose gleefully-blogged-about collaboration with superstar DJ Paul Oakenfold, ”Faster Kill Pussycat,” is finally available for video screening at Yahoo Music. Say what you will about the pair’s hair — actually, don’t — the track does sound like the kind of foam-party jam sure to keep the kids in Ibiza doing the noodle dance through summer’s end.