’90s Rockers Stone Temple Pilots Have Fired Scott Weiland

Hello, and welcome to 1998. Today’s top story: Scott Weiland, co-founded and frontman for Stone Temple Pilots, has been fired from the band. A single-sentence comment from the band’s publicist states, "Stone Temple Pilots have announced they have officially terminated Scott Weiland." Weiland apparently learned about his "termination" from news reports rather than first-hand from his bandmates. Couldn’t they have call him on his flip phone? Harsh, dudes. I haven’t been this disappointed in since The English Patient beat Fargo for Best Picture last year. (That reminds me, the Oscars are next month! Do you think L.A. Confidential has a shot?)

[via Fox News]

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Our Man in Miami: Scott Weiland Slinks Into Ricochet To Kick Off Art Basel

The rumors started circulating a month or so ago—a rash of feverish whispers, that at the time, felt like nothing more than wishful thinking. Even after local media ran semi-blind items on the matter, the news seemed too good to be true. When the cat from Spinlab officially tipped me to the occasion, I allowed myself the luxury of believing there might indeed be some serious substance to the murmurings. Still, it wasn’t until I was two feet away from the stage, that the reality fully kicked in: Scott Weiland wasn’t just coming back to the MIA; he was coming back to play an intimate joint named Ricochet. And I was one of just a handful of folks fortunate enough to be there for the spectacle.

Okay, so it wasn’t much of a spectacle. It wasn’t much of a show either—not in an arena way anyway. But it was a rock show. The down and dirty mix of rumble and roar from which all rock springs, and to which all rock stars are indebted. Since Weiland has always been the kind of rock star who, even at his most glam, kept respect for his roots, the stripped bare affair made seemed to perfect sense. For the die hard fans of Weiland’s solo efforts, the Ricochet staging undoubtedly proved to be a perfect (and rare) occasion to hear their hero sing many of the songs that represent his life after the demise of both Stone Temple Pilots and Velvet Revolver. The largest part of the 200 folks in the sold-out crowd seemed quite content simply to hear and see Weiland sing, no matter what he sung.

Of course, Weiland will never rid himself of the fact that he is much more than the sum of his solo parts—nor should he. A particularly trenchant take of “Barbarella” closed the show, providing ample evidence that the later output can stand alongside anything he’s ever performed; just as a particularly feverish version of The Libertines’ “Can’t Stand Me Now” showed he can still stand and deliver. But it was when the 80-plus minute set was over, and Weiland and his mates returned to blister through STP’s “Vaseline” and (I think) Velvet Revolver’s “Dirty Little Thing,” that the crowd got the full wow they’d wanted all along.

New York: Top 10 Celebrity-Owned Hotspots

Scott Weiland’s Snitch is now Citrine, Tim Robbins is no longer behind the Back Room, De Niro’s Ago was critically panned, cholesterol problems await at Justin Timberlake’s Southern Hospitality, and Arnold Schwarzenegger & co.’s Planet Hollywood is a tourist trap, all’s not lost — here’s a list of celeb-owned spots worth looking into.

10. Bowery Wine Company (Bruce Willis) – “All for wine, wine for all” — it’s their philosophy, and we agree. 9. Angels & Kings (Pete Wentz, Travis McCoy) – Not short on cheap thrills; sex in the bathroom is encouraged. 8. Michael Jordan’s The Steak House NYC (Michael Jordan) – Though business may temporally be cooling, it remains the quintessential rich man’s cafeteria. 7. Nobu (Robert De Niro) – We hear it’s a bargain compared to the Nobu’s London outpost. 6. Santos’ Party House (Andrew WK) – Music aficionados looking to pick up oddball scenesters, look no further. 5. Haven (Bershan Shaw) – Like an old rich man’s study cum cigar bar (minus the cigars, but with the scotch), the dimly lit spot is a welcome relief amidst the midtown beer-guzzler bars. 4. The Box (Jude Law, Rachel Weisz, Josh Lucas on the board) – Love it, hate it, or simply grossed out by it — there’s no experience quite like it. 3. Waverly Inn (Graydon Carter) – Given that you basically have to know the Vanity Fair editor to get a table, may we suggest brushing-up on your networking skills to avoid missing-out on a fireside truffle macaroni and cheese dinner? 2. 40/40 Club (Jay-Z) – Cigars, cognac, swinging leather chairs, 50-plus flatscreens, and VIP rooms aplenty — in other words, the swank hip-hop sports bar has Jay-Z written all over it. 1. Cutting Room (Chris Noth) – Sure, the crowd’s not the hottest, and the space could use a facelift, but catching at least one Joan Rivers performance should be considered a Manhattan must.

Trigger Finally Pulled on Velvet Revolver

imageScott Weiland has left Velvet Revolver. Not that we’re fans or anything, but inter-band bickering is always a treat. Revolver’s second in command and now de facto leader, Slash, had some choice words for Mr. Weiland. “This band is all about its fans and its music and Scott Weiland isn’t 100 percent committed to either,” said the former Guns n’ Roses guitarist. “Among other things, his increasingly erratic on-stage behavior and personal problems have forced us to move on.” Weiland, who is reuniting with the Stone Temple Pilots for a summer tour, fired back with an official statement to EW.com, and it goes a little something like this…

After reading the comment by Duff, Matt, Dave and the illustrious “GUITAR HERO,” Saul Hudson, a.k.a Slash, I find it humorous that the so called four “founding members” of Velvet Revolver, better known to themselves as “the Project” before I officially named the band, would decide to move on without me after I had already claimed the group dead in the water on March 20 in Glasgow. In response to Slash’s comment regarding my commitment, I have to say it is a blatant and tired excuse to cover up the truth. The truth of the matter is that the band had not gotten along on multiple levels for some time. On a musical level, there were moments of joy, inspiration, fun… at times, but let’s not forget the multiple trips to rehab every member of the band had taken (with the exception of one member, no need to mention his name). Personally speaking, I choose to look forward to the future and performing with a group of friends I have known my entire life, people who have always had my back. This also speaks to my commitment to my music and my fellow band mates in STP and to the fans who I feel would much rather watch a group of musicians who enjoy being together as opposed to a handful of discontents who at one time used to call themselves a gang.

p.s. don’t be fooled by veiled trickery

p.p.s good hunting lads, I think Sebastian Bach would be a fantastic choice.

We disagree. Although Sebastian Bach was a fine singer in his day, we select Brandon Boyd, of Incubus fame. That kid can howl.