26 REDS & A BOTTLE OF WINE
Sometimes I doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion
So I have three great pieces of video that have been swimming around the internet for a while.
First is this appearance on Top of the Pops by Nirvana. Here they do Smells Like Teen Spirit. What's that, you're sick of that song. Well what if I told you that it's only the music tracks to SLTS? That Kurt doesn’t the vocals live? Still no? Okay well what if I told you he does them like a lounge singer on Quaaludes? Now I got your attention. Just cause I like you I'm gonna throw in Dave Grohl and Krist Novoselic not even pretending to play their instruments. Enjoy!
Public Image Limited on American Bandstand. Johnny does Grohl and Novoselic one better. He shows a total disregard for the lip-syncing format of AB. This is actually more tribal experience than television appearance. Notice that Dick Clark doesn't make an appearance after the introduction. I image him backstage firing his booking agent. It's awesome!!
While we on the subject of AB, here's Prince on the show the same year as PIL (1980) this must have been a tough year for Dick Clark. Prince spends most of the song out of spitting range of his mic. I guess he heard the music, knew he didn't have to sing and just figured he'd dance. See Ashlee Simpson? People don't care if you don't sing when they like you. Check out the interview Dick gets from Prince in the middle of the clip. Prince is 19 at the time.
All three of these were taken off the BFMU.org blog. But screenhead has versions too. Read more!
First is this appearance on Top of the Pops by Nirvana. Here they do Smells Like Teen Spirit. What's that, you're sick of that song. Well what if I told you that it's only the music tracks to SLTS? That Kurt doesn’t the vocals live? Still no? Okay well what if I told you he does them like a lounge singer on Quaaludes? Now I got your attention. Just cause I like you I'm gonna throw in Dave Grohl and Krist Novoselic not even pretending to play their instruments. Enjoy!
Public Image Limited on American Bandstand. Johnny does Grohl and Novoselic one better. He shows a total disregard for the lip-syncing format of AB. This is actually more tribal experience than television appearance. Notice that Dick Clark doesn't make an appearance after the introduction. I image him backstage firing his booking agent. It's awesome!!
While we on the subject of AB, here's Prince on the show the same year as PIL (1980) this must have been a tough year for Dick Clark. Prince spends most of the song out of spitting range of his mic. I guess he heard the music, knew he didn't have to sing and just figured he'd dance. See Ashlee Simpson? People don't care if you don't sing when they like you. Check out the interview Dick gets from Prince in the middle of the clip. Prince is 19 at the time.
All three of these were taken off the BFMU.org blog. But screenhead has versions too. Read more!
It’s easy to take a sarcastic view of the War on Terror as simply a war against brown people. It’s been pointed out time and time again that if the terrorist were European we would have developed more sophisticated methods of screening potential threats. After all, we can’t go around pulling everyone named John Smith off international flights. There is something morally bankrupt about a society so eager to sacrifice it’s most disenfranchised citizens to such useless security notions as racial profiling. It’s worth noting that racial profiling doesn’t work; in a 2003 survey of motorist stopped on the notorious New Jersey Turnpike only 7% of African Americans searches produced an arrest, compared to 11% of whites. No one has suggested profiling white motorist. The use of profiling by law enforcement nationwide hints at a larger security problem, and a particularly grim one in the war against terror.
In the immediate aftermath of September 11 the intelligence community, armed with unprecedented new powers swept up thousands of brown faces in an international dragnet that stretched from Yemen to Hollywood, Florida. The immediate problem seemed clear enough. Prevent an impending terrorist attack at all costs. Suspects were arrested, detained and tortured with little or no oversight. The fruits of this labor was this. A rich, complex and extensive network of individuals, small groups and multi-nationals. Al Qu’ida, or The Foundation. At the core of the organization seemed to be Osama Bin Laden, but to call him ‘The Boss’ seems inaccurate.
More after the Jump!
Click on and open Mohamed Atta’s entity and you’ll find connections to Hamburg, Frankfurt, The UAE, Prague, Berlin, Syria, Bavaria, Egypt, several American cities and others. He had his hand in a multitude of organization used for recruiting and funding. His connection to Agus Dwikarna connects him to the Bali nightclub bombing in Oct 2002. Mr. Dwikarna is also connected to Ayman Al-Zawahiri, involved in the bombing of two US Embassy bombings in Kenya and Tanzania. Jamal Zougam connects Mr. Atta to both the Casablanca bombing in May of 2003 and the Madrid bombing in March of 2004. All without the help of Mr. Bin Laden, and this is just what’s been de-classified. Further exploring these links can be a terrifying experience. Each link daisy chains into a massive network of connected entities.
Try to imagine the thousand and thousand of man hours spent interrogating, sifting through intelligence and posthumously constructing timelines. But when the well dries up, where do you turn? In the past few years intelligence officers, both American and otherwise have noted a “significant decrease in ‘chatter’.” ‘Chatter’ here defined as any number of ways of sending international communication. But of course! The banking structure that supported Al Qu’ida was disassembled in 2002, and although new sources of support have risen to the occasion (due, I’m sure in no small part to an unpopular war in Iraq) a system of international monitoring has made it harder to transfer large amounts. Without massive funding Al Qu’ida cells have set their sights on smaller, ‘softer’ targets. Ones that require less equipment and fewer communications with the ‘home office’.
Isn’t this a nightmare scenario? Hundreds of tiny cell plotting attacks nearly independently of their cave dwelling bosses? The possibilities are frightening, and yet there is some irony here. The war in Iraq is often called “Al Qu’ida’s greatest recruitment call.” At last, proof positive of the American imperialist agenda. While this may or may not be the case it is true that attention for Al Qu’ida has focused away from America and Chechnya and onto Iraq.
Through much of 2002 and 2003 Al Qu’ida focus was the seemingly winnable war in Chechnya against the Russians. The Russian Army had not been able to take or hold Chechnya’s capital of Groznyy in over ten years of conflict. Russian public opinion on the conflict was confused at best and Putin was unprepared or unwilling to spend more resources on an increasingly unpopular affair. Sound firmilar? With a constant influx of Islamic Jihadists from fresh loses in Afghanistan and Pakistan Chechnya was a winnable war. An al Qu’ida victory against Russia could galvanize the base, left scrambling for cover by American strikes. Then came the School Hijacking in September of 2004, a tense standing-off that ended with 200 dead, mostly school children. A high portion of the hostage takers were Arab, others were Chechnyian. Public opinion in Russian turned against Chechnya in a heartbeat and Putin quietly dropped the hammer on Chechnya and within a short few months there were was no question that Al Qu’ida had lost the battle.
So it was on to Iraq where American opinion of the war mirrored Russia’s in Chechnya in 2002. Iraq has proved a confusing fight for American forces unclear as to who they are fighting and when. Roadside bombs, sniper attacks and mortar fire are so commonplace that even the roads leading to and from American bases aren’t safe. Only this fall was the road to the Baghdad airport secured. Al Qu’ida sees Iraq now as the best chance for victory. The message of an American defeat would be clear through the Arab world. Al Qu’ida is a force to be reckoned with. But a knock down dirty fight in Iraq takes valuable resources away from international terrorism. With little to fall back on and little chance of the Americans leaving anytime soon, Al Qu’ida is dug into Iraq too. Factor in the lack of any clear metric for victory or defeat on either side (does Al Qu’ida win if America leaves? Do they keep fighting an Iraq national force?) It seems both sides are bogged down in Iraq.
But is a “quagmire” in Iraq for Al Qu’ida enough? George W. Bush thinks so. He is fond of repeating that we are fighting the terrorist over there so we don’t have to fight them here. Interesting concept but the London subway bombings seem the proof of Mr. Bush ‘s pudding. Here it seems that British nationals and legal immigrants from a variety of countries were involved with little help from The Foundation. It might be relieving for American to note that we have smaller populations of such foreign nationals and that here they are much less disenfranchised than in Europe. Still a small group, splintered off and out of communication with Al Qu’ida overseas, remains an American threat.
So with a small, leaner and quieter Al Qu’ida overseas and an American military stretched to the limit in Iraq and Afghanistan it seemed fitting that during these last few week three events would converge. First was last week ‘white flag’ from Osama Bin Laden, an offer of a truce of sorts, sighting growing unpopularity for the war in Iraq among Americans. This is out of character and seems the best evidence that Al Qu’ida is getting the same pressure from their supporters and financiers that George W. Bush is getting. No one likes a war that no one can win. Secondly was a Washington Post article exposing the secret and warrantless wiretapping of American citizens authorized by George W. Bush and carried out by the National Security Agency after September 11. A program, the article reported, that had recently be reinstituted. It’s a program the President has stood by, calling it key in the war on terror. This despite FBI reports that these wiretaps yielded no credible leads and drains thousands of man-hours. Thirdly, the Patriot Act, the massive and unprecedented document granting ridiculous wartime powers to the State Department, the Justice Department and the President is set to expire on Friday, Feb 3. Several of the acts more outrageous provisions are under the scrutiny of Congress.
The President has asked Congress to make these provisions permanent, sighting their effectiveness in the past. Yet as we can see, what has been effective before may be useless now in the face of a “New Al Qu’ida”. Certainly a program dubbed ‘useless’ by the FBI in the days after September 11 will still be useless now. It’s a grasping at straws mentality. The same logic that supports racial profiling. If you tap enough phone calls, open enough letters or stop enough black folks you’re bound to find something. That might have been true on September 10th, but as the President is fond of saying, “We live in a post-September the 11th world. Read more!
In the immediate aftermath of September 11 the intelligence community, armed with unprecedented new powers swept up thousands of brown faces in an international dragnet that stretched from Yemen to Hollywood, Florida. The immediate problem seemed clear enough. Prevent an impending terrorist attack at all costs. Suspects were arrested, detained and tortured with little or no oversight. The fruits of this labor was this. A rich, complex and extensive network of individuals, small groups and multi-nationals. Al Qu’ida, or The Foundation. At the core of the organization seemed to be Osama Bin Laden, but to call him ‘The Boss’ seems inaccurate.
More after the Jump!
Click on and open Mohamed Atta’s entity and you’ll find connections to Hamburg, Frankfurt, The UAE, Prague, Berlin, Syria, Bavaria, Egypt, several American cities and others. He had his hand in a multitude of organization used for recruiting and funding. His connection to Agus Dwikarna connects him to the Bali nightclub bombing in Oct 2002. Mr. Dwikarna is also connected to Ayman Al-Zawahiri, involved in the bombing of two US Embassy bombings in Kenya and Tanzania. Jamal Zougam connects Mr. Atta to both the Casablanca bombing in May of 2003 and the Madrid bombing in March of 2004. All without the help of Mr. Bin Laden, and this is just what’s been de-classified. Further exploring these links can be a terrifying experience. Each link daisy chains into a massive network of connected entities.
Try to imagine the thousand and thousand of man hours spent interrogating, sifting through intelligence and posthumously constructing timelines. But when the well dries up, where do you turn? In the past few years intelligence officers, both American and otherwise have noted a “significant decrease in ‘chatter’.” ‘Chatter’ here defined as any number of ways of sending international communication. But of course! The banking structure that supported Al Qu’ida was disassembled in 2002, and although new sources of support have risen to the occasion (due, I’m sure in no small part to an unpopular war in Iraq) a system of international monitoring has made it harder to transfer large amounts. Without massive funding Al Qu’ida cells have set their sights on smaller, ‘softer’ targets. Ones that require less equipment and fewer communications with the ‘home office’.
Isn’t this a nightmare scenario? Hundreds of tiny cell plotting attacks nearly independently of their cave dwelling bosses? The possibilities are frightening, and yet there is some irony here. The war in Iraq is often called “Al Qu’ida’s greatest recruitment call.” At last, proof positive of the American imperialist agenda. While this may or may not be the case it is true that attention for Al Qu’ida has focused away from America and Chechnya and onto Iraq.
Through much of 2002 and 2003 Al Qu’ida focus was the seemingly winnable war in Chechnya against the Russians. The Russian Army had not been able to take or hold Chechnya’s capital of Groznyy in over ten years of conflict. Russian public opinion on the conflict was confused at best and Putin was unprepared or unwilling to spend more resources on an increasingly unpopular affair. Sound firmilar? With a constant influx of Islamic Jihadists from fresh loses in Afghanistan and Pakistan Chechnya was a winnable war. An al Qu’ida victory against Russia could galvanize the base, left scrambling for cover by American strikes. Then came the School Hijacking in September of 2004, a tense standing-off that ended with 200 dead, mostly school children. A high portion of the hostage takers were Arab, others were Chechnyian. Public opinion in Russian turned against Chechnya in a heartbeat and Putin quietly dropped the hammer on Chechnya and within a short few months there were was no question that Al Qu’ida had lost the battle.
So it was on to Iraq where American opinion of the war mirrored Russia’s in Chechnya in 2002. Iraq has proved a confusing fight for American forces unclear as to who they are fighting and when. Roadside bombs, sniper attacks and mortar fire are so commonplace that even the roads leading to and from American bases aren’t safe. Only this fall was the road to the Baghdad airport secured. Al Qu’ida sees Iraq now as the best chance for victory. The message of an American defeat would be clear through the Arab world. Al Qu’ida is a force to be reckoned with. But a knock down dirty fight in Iraq takes valuable resources away from international terrorism. With little to fall back on and little chance of the Americans leaving anytime soon, Al Qu’ida is dug into Iraq too. Factor in the lack of any clear metric for victory or defeat on either side (does Al Qu’ida win if America leaves? Do they keep fighting an Iraq national force?) It seems both sides are bogged down in Iraq.
But is a “quagmire” in Iraq for Al Qu’ida enough? George W. Bush thinks so. He is fond of repeating that we are fighting the terrorist over there so we don’t have to fight them here. Interesting concept but the London subway bombings seem the proof of Mr. Bush ‘s pudding. Here it seems that British nationals and legal immigrants from a variety of countries were involved with little help from The Foundation. It might be relieving for American to note that we have smaller populations of such foreign nationals and that here they are much less disenfranchised than in Europe. Still a small group, splintered off and out of communication with Al Qu’ida overseas, remains an American threat.
So with a small, leaner and quieter Al Qu’ida overseas and an American military stretched to the limit in Iraq and Afghanistan it seemed fitting that during these last few week three events would converge. First was last week ‘white flag’ from Osama Bin Laden, an offer of a truce of sorts, sighting growing unpopularity for the war in Iraq among Americans. This is out of character and seems the best evidence that Al Qu’ida is getting the same pressure from their supporters and financiers that George W. Bush is getting. No one likes a war that no one can win. Secondly was a Washington Post article exposing the secret and warrantless wiretapping of American citizens authorized by George W. Bush and carried out by the National Security Agency after September 11. A program, the article reported, that had recently be reinstituted. It’s a program the President has stood by, calling it key in the war on terror. This despite FBI reports that these wiretaps yielded no credible leads and drains thousands of man-hours. Thirdly, the Patriot Act, the massive and unprecedented document granting ridiculous wartime powers to the State Department, the Justice Department and the President is set to expire on Friday, Feb 3. Several of the acts more outrageous provisions are under the scrutiny of Congress.
The President has asked Congress to make these provisions permanent, sighting their effectiveness in the past. Yet as we can see, what has been effective before may be useless now in the face of a “New Al Qu’ida”. Certainly a program dubbed ‘useless’ by the FBI in the days after September 11 will still be useless now. It’s a grasping at straws mentality. The same logic that supports racial profiling. If you tap enough phone calls, open enough letters or stop enough black folks you’re bound to find something. That might have been true on September 10th, but as the President is fond of saying, “We live in a post-September the 11th world. Read more!
These are great. It's been around for a while but I figure it was worth mentioning.
Plus, check this out...
Nothing like a good old fashion ass plowing from the dildo robot. Wonder if that will be in the new Superman movie. Read more!
I was going to mention this no friday but I was too wasted to deal. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, the Victorian Johnny Rotten, turned 250 years old on the 27th.
Happy Birthday, Wolfie, may you have two hundred and fifty more. Read more!
2006 SCORECARD- US MINER DISASTERS: 3, EASTERN EUROPEAN BUILDING ROOF DISASTERS: 2
Written by J.R.Knight.
Slight advantage USA! Europe's gonna have really start collapsing those roofs.
Just heard about a ceiling on a civic center in Poland collapsing. This is roofing disaster number two so far this year. Pigeon 2006, a homing pigeon racing exhibition was taking place.
Two things:
First, I don’t want to die watching homing pigeon racing.
Second, I don’t want to watch homing pigeons race.
Here’s the website. I guess no one around anymore to update the site. Sounds like there are some jobs available…
Also there are some miner trapped somewhere. If I was a miner I would start using up those sick days. Read more!
Just heard about a ceiling on a civic center in Poland collapsing. This is roofing disaster number two so far this year. Pigeon 2006, a homing pigeon racing exhibition was taking place.
Two things:
First, I don’t want to die watching homing pigeon racing.
Second, I don’t want to watch homing pigeons race.
Here’s the website. I guess no one around anymore to update the site. Sounds like there are some jobs available…
Also there are some miner trapped somewhere. If I was a miner I would start using up those sick days. Read more!
I know everyone is foaming at the mouth over James Frey but this might be going too far. I know, he lied, let's move it along.
Let's all at least be honest about it. We all love to wallow in the misery of others, especially snot nosed smarty-panties, but let's at least admit it and stop with the "he hurt my feelings" bullshit. It cheapens our snarkiness. Read more!
It’s easy to see why so many people find Prince so sexy. He has a sort of cartoonish brashness mixed with a “no one understands me” pout. Never was that more tangible or made more sense than in Purple Rain. A film that, after 20 years looks more naive than risqué.
Purple Rain is less a movie and more a document within the canon of Prince mythology. The entire enterprise seems to swim in his Baroque, almost foppish sensibility. In the films opening sequence Prince stands before a mirror, adorning himself in costume jewelry while gazing longingly into his own eyes. No one is an enamored with Prince as Prince is.
More after the jump!
This stands in sharp contrast to the films over main character; the Machiavellian Morris Day. A little boy Fauntleroy in wing tips. While not nearly as poutie. Morris is just as foppish and a scented handkerchief or a sniff box is never that far a stretch. Morris Day was famous for primping himself mid-song with a gold adorned mirror. But Morris Day routine is all act and he let’s you know it. He keeps saying “it’s just business”, and he means it. Morris Day knows you came here for the show. And damnit, you're gonna get a show. He's B.T. Barnum to Prince's Elephant Man. Morris is a showbiz character at heart. In one of the films worst scenes Morris and his manservant Jerome do a riff on the old “Who’s on First” Abbot and Costello act. It’s miserable but at least they’re willing to give it a shot. It's a movie after all, someone's gotta play the fool. In the world of Prince’s modern day Lord Byronism Prince is the Priest in the temple. The holy man. But it is Morris Day is king. After all, Morris Day lives in the city; Prince drives back out to his parents’ house. Morris Day has a old industrial park as a rehearsal space; The Revolution can only rehearse in the club. But most importantly, Morris Day controls the women, and he who controls the women controls the future. And so largely it’s the much more popular Morris Day who headline, leaving Prince mostly on the outs. The outs with his band, the outs with his family and the outs with his would-be girlfriend.
That’s how Prince likes it. His “no one understands me” routine only works if no one understands him. Women love this shit, by the way. It makes Prince both a wild and unstoppable sex machine and a virgin. In one scene he is gyrating on stage, fucking some invisible woman (your girlfriend). The next scene he’s in his parents’ basement with his weird porcelain ballerina collection. Then there is the scene where he takes Apollonia down to the river and she offered herself to be Baptist in the river. After Prince clowns her she asks, “How many women have you done this too?” The answer is probably dozens but there is some innocent about the way he teases her. He has a ‘chewing gum in the hair’ mentality. He seems to have no idea how to talk to women. Later when she says she wants to be a star, that she wants to “make it”, he asks: “Is that what turns you on? Making it?” I wasn’t sure Prince even got his own double meaning.
He may not know how to talk to them but he sure knows how to sing to them. Purple Rain may be the most over-wrought, pretentious and baroque albums ever produced. It drips with 19th century romanticism. At the films end, with his pirate suit open to the chest Prince screams “Tell me baby, what’s it gonna be/do you want him?/or do you want me?/cause I want you.” That’s fucking delicious ten girls cream their jeans on that one, easy. On his fourth full length Prince took to fine art the idea and notions he had toyed with on 1999. 1999 proved that moving across genres and away from standard funk/soul fare could sell records. The inevitable conclusion was to smash genres. Combining heavy metal, psychdelia, new wave and rock and roll. All through the lens of his new tortured soul personal. Prince was setting out to make himself a star.
And it worked, damnit, and at the very least every man in America should pray at the temple of Purple Rain. After all, the film is full of bold and ridiculous statements. Prince could have very easily come off looking like a puttz, but he doesn’t. He comes off looking like Prince, mission accomplished. Read more!
Roe V. Wade turned 33 this week - I didn't think it was worth discussing but then I saw this cute little thing and I thought about you. It's sort of a Christian Conservative appendix to "Where Do Babies Come From?" The adorable, if not totally accurate children’s book.
It's funny, is there ANY argument against a woman's right to choose that doesn't involve a religious or moral undertone? I mean besides "What those broads, they play they pay!" Read more!
It's funny, is there ANY argument against a woman's right to choose that doesn't involve a religious or moral undertone? I mean besides "What those broads, they play they pay!" Read more!
Where did these jackasses come from? They're all over the damn interweb thingie that the kids use. Read more!
Suicidial Tendencies has a myspace page? What the fuck is that about? Isn't having a myspace page the exact opposite of being suicidial? What a bunch of fags.
I mean, just look at these retards. They're acting all hard but they're like "Yo, check out my blog, bitch!"
"Yo, you got that URL, Homie?"
What a bunch of fag! Read more!
Hey, dude, you want to increase your quality of living? Going see Purple Rain, playing at BAM for one night. Apollonia is in it and she's wicked hot!
Plus my mom wouldn't let me see it when it came out so I watch it whenever possible just to spite her. Read more!
Have you seen the trailer for the new Steven Soderbergh film, Bubble? Anyone have any thoughts? Read more!
I don't know if I read this somewhere or just amused myself with while I puked last night but perennial television shit-magnets UPN and The WB are merging to form some sort of super-shitty non-network.
In related news Spoon front man and three time winning Phil Lynott (lead singer for Thin Lizzy... nevermind, you're too young) is going to appear on next Wednesdays (Feb 1) episode of Veronica Mars. That's the UPN show where a high school student foils international capers during study hall. Apparently he's going to do a karaoke rendition of one of "his all time favorite songs"! Needless to say it's the theme song to Veronica Mars. Just kidding, but you bet your tivo I'm going watch and find out. How else will I know what to put on his mixtape? He's dreamy!!
In related news Spoon will be appearing on Austin KUT's Eklecktikos radio show on Feb 2. Where they will play Britt Daniels' second all time favorite song. Naturally it's Lorette Lynn and Conway Twitty's "You're The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly". Spoon's gonna give it the old Thin Lizzy treatment.
In related news I don't have a clean spoon in the house, how am I suppose to eat this soup, damnit!! Read more!
In related news Spoon front man and three time winning Phil Lynott (lead singer for Thin Lizzy... nevermind, you're too young) is going to appear on next Wednesdays (Feb 1) episode of Veronica Mars. That's the UPN show where a high school student foils international capers during study hall. Apparently he's going to do a karaoke rendition of one of "his all time favorite songs"! Needless to say it's the theme song to Veronica Mars. Just kidding, but you bet your tivo I'm going watch and find out. How else will I know what to put on his mixtape? He's dreamy!!
In related news Spoon will be appearing on Austin KUT's Eklecktikos radio show on Feb 2. Where they will play Britt Daniels' second all time favorite song. Naturally it's Lorette Lynn and Conway Twitty's "You're The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly". Spoon's gonna give it the old Thin Lizzy treatment.
In related news I don't have a clean spoon in the house, how am I suppose to eat this soup, damnit!! Read more!
It’s been a tough few weeks for James Frey (If you missed anything read this). As the momentum against him builds and builds Mr. Frey is finds no quarter in the media or the public. Nor should he, what Mr. Frey has done is more important and more despicable than lying.
Mr. Frey has created a myth for himself. His own creation story, and he’s used it to sell a book that, quiet frankly, isn’t all that good. It’s the myth, the story, that is compelling. The writing itself is standard middle of the road shit. Mr. Frey has also created a particularly horrible myth to created. Alcohol and drug abuse is a national pandemic, I don’t want my own cavalier swagger about both to be misleading. There is most likely not a family in America not dealing in one way or another with its specter. So to pass yourself off as having been a particularly horrible addict, when if fact you were not, is not only disingenuous and disreputable, it’s disgusting. (the three Ds)
There is more, including juicy video clips after this Jump!
Sure, you’re right, history is full of characters who have made their way in the world living off their self-created myths. Never before, however, has someone done so by exploiting a embedded National weakness. It’s like me, a black kid from New York City, writing a tell all memoir about being beaten, harassed and abused by the KKK in rural Mississippi, when in reality all I got was mean stare in a Waffle House.
Anyway, Mr. Frey has faced the music a number of times over all this but today was execution day. Today he went on Oprah. Now we all know Oprah don’t play and I would fuck with the woman to save my son, so you know it was a bloodbath.
I’ve only seen some screenshots and a few short clips but from what I can tell James Frey looks like he’s in the Dean’s office and Oprah looks ready to kill. The steam is coming out her neck. If you ever wondered what the meeting would look like if you ever worked for Oprah and fucked something up, . Read more!
Mr. Frey has created a myth for himself. His own creation story, and he’s used it to sell a book that, quiet frankly, isn’t all that good. It’s the myth, the story, that is compelling. The writing itself is standard middle of the road shit. Mr. Frey has also created a particularly horrible myth to created. Alcohol and drug abuse is a national pandemic, I don’t want my own cavalier swagger about both to be misleading. There is most likely not a family in America not dealing in one way or another with its specter. So to pass yourself off as having been a particularly horrible addict, when if fact you were not, is not only disingenuous and disreputable, it’s disgusting. (the three Ds)
There is more, including juicy video clips after this Jump!
Sure, you’re right, history is full of characters who have made their way in the world living off their self-created myths. Never before, however, has someone done so by exploiting a embedded National weakness. It’s like me, a black kid from New York City, writing a tell all memoir about being beaten, harassed and abused by the KKK in rural Mississippi, when in reality all I got was mean stare in a Waffle House.
Anyway, Mr. Frey has faced the music a number of times over all this but today was execution day. Today he went on Oprah. Now we all know Oprah don’t play and I would fuck with the woman to save my son, so you know it was a bloodbath.
I’ve only seen some screenshots and a few short clips but from what I can tell James Frey looks like he’s in the Dean’s office and Oprah looks ready to kill. The steam is coming out her neck. If you ever wondered what the meeting would look like if you ever worked for Oprah and fucked something up, . Read more!
We here at 26 Reds would like to announce a new feature of our beloved website. Our Person of the Week.
This weeks person of the week hails from the great state Florida; home to Terry Shivo, the BTK Killer and Epcot Center.
Meet 16-year-old Kurt William Cass. Young Kurt enjoys history class, video games and, apparently, beer. After his Grandmother refused to give him 100 dollars for beer boy genius here put a knife to granny’s throat and threatened to slice. Grandma made the wise choice not to die and drove fat boy down to the local gas station for some beer. As soon as Lardo the Magnificent (his stage name) got out of the car Granny gunned it, leaving tubby here high, dry and covered in a thin layer of road dust.
Naturally he took this well and huffed and puffed his way back to the family’s estate. Once home he broke in and beat his 60 year old Nana to a pulp with a piece of PVC pipe.
He’s charged with domestic aggravated assault, domestic aggravated battery, attempted robbery and kidnapping. Cops down there in Tampa “life begins at conception” Bay have yet to file attempted murder charges, cause, you know, why bother.
Naturally this is not Kurt’s first time in cuffs, nor his last.
So where is his mother and father in all this? Come on, you know, say it with me… jail!
Dad killed a hooker and mom was a coke dealer.
So for beating your 60-year-old grandmother over beer money, Kurt William Cass… you are 26 Reds and a Bottle of Wine’s Person of the Week!!! Read more!
They say there are seven single hetro women in New York for every hetro single guy. I guess it all depends on what you call single and what you call hetro. In the meantime we can assume even if these statistics are only part of the world's saddest pick-up line we can guess the odds are not in miss New York's favor.
Case in point.
So this is it, huh? This is where we are. The sad thing is I bet this chick got laid, and I bet she got her dishes done too. You know what they say: If you're not having your needs met than drop some of your needs. Read more!
Case in point.
So this is it, huh? This is where we are. The sad thing is I bet this chick got laid, and I bet she got her dishes done too. You know what they say: If you're not having your needs met than drop some of your needs. Read more!
Here is a pretty awesome Scopitone of Johnny Hallyday singing Noir C'est Noir. This could easily fall into the awesome choreography category, no one can keep the fucking beat. No wonder the French lost the war. The dancing is terrible. Did the director see this and go, "Yeah, we got it, that's a wrap! Good work people!"?
Well, he was french so it was: "Oui, nous l'avons obtenu, nous sommes faits! Le bon travail chacun!" The director's French was terrible.
Thank God they checker boarded the ground and walls white and black. I never would have gotten this tune's subtle subtext otherwise.
By the by, if you're wondering what a scopitone is, that's a shame.
No, it was a video jukebox system that started in the early sixties in France. Guess they had nothing better to do. Anyway, some awesome scopitones are available at this website. You simply MUST watch The Tornadoes video for The Robot. It's extraordinary.
All this is courtesy of Bedazzled.com Read more!
The Fuck You Pills/Heather is a Slut tour is cancelled!!
I'm mad at Skittlepuppy. First she didn't return my text message last night. Then I had a dream with her in it last night and she yelled at me. At a pool no less! Read more!
MY SPANK FANTASIES ARE GOING TO TAKE A TURN FOR THE WIERD
Written Wednesday, January 25 by J.R.Knight.
Most of these links are not safe for work.
Some sad news to report today. The pornstar Anna Malle has died in a car crash in Las Vegas, she was 38. It seem Ms. Malle, legally known as Anna Hotop, (which is itself a great porn name, although not an amusing porn pun) was struck by a drunk driver. The prick is currently in custody.
Roy Karch directed Malle in a bunch of films. "Anna Malle was one of the true great wild women of all time," he said, "As wild as she was on camera, she was as nice off camera... ...one of the last few girls who really enjoyed her job in this business."
I bet she did. I've had the pleasure of seeing Anna's first film. A real amateur job from Vegas where she was discovered in a lifestyle (AKA: swingers) group. She was good enough that I never forgot her.
She leaves behind an impressive body of work; over 350 films, some with hilarious titles like Assmania, Butt Sisters Do Denver, Hotel Sodom 7 and Leatherbound Dykes From Hell parts 12, 6, 7 and 9.
Oddly Anna is the fourth pornstar to die this year (since Jan 2005, not the last three weeks you retard!) in a car crash. Buckle up folks!! Read more!
Some sad news to report today. The pornstar Anna Malle has died in a car crash in Las Vegas, she was 38. It seem Ms. Malle, legally known as Anna Hotop, (which is itself a great porn name, although not an amusing porn pun) was struck by a drunk driver. The prick is currently in custody.
Roy Karch directed Malle in a bunch of films. "Anna Malle was one of the true great wild women of all time," he said, "As wild as she was on camera, she was as nice off camera... ...one of the last few girls who really enjoyed her job in this business."
I bet she did. I've had the pleasure of seeing Anna's first film. A real amateur job from Vegas where she was discovered in a lifestyle (AKA: swingers) group. She was good enough that I never forgot her.
She leaves behind an impressive body of work; over 350 films, some with hilarious titles like Assmania, Butt Sisters Do Denver, Hotel Sodom 7 and Leatherbound Dykes From Hell parts 12, 6, 7 and 9.
Oddly Anna is the fourth pornstar to die this year (since Jan 2005, not the last three weeks you retard!) in a car crash. Buckle up folks!! Read more!
I have to admit. Thi Thomas Troelsen dance remix of A.R.E. Weapons "Brand New Walking Shoes" is pretty tight. You'll know Troelsen from his work with Junior Senior. You'll know the Weapons from being named the worst band to ever play Stockholm in 2004 by the Swedish version of The Village Voice.
Their new album Free in the Streets is out now and is pretty fucking good.
The remix comes to us from Big Stereo. It's in my links section under Music Geeks Read more!
"Frankly, a great deal of nonsense gets itself said and printed about the
advantages of economy. The best equipment a young man can have, starting out
in life, is a bundle of wants. He should want to smoke good cigars; want to
get his clothes made by the best tailor; want to dine at the best tables;
want to to flirt with the prettiest women; want to belong to the best club;
want to have his turn at Monte Carlo and spin his yacht in the Adriatic;
want, in a word, the best and most of everything. Give a young man all the
needs possible. Let him acquire the habit of living largely. That young man
will be no idler. He will find the wherewithal to satisfy his needs. He will
get together the kind of a fortune needed for his ample way of life. You say
that he may fail to work out the equation? Then is he a yellow dog. By no
chance could he have been any use to himself or society. He had best drop
down and run in the common with the yellow-haired fellows of his breed."
Thanks Toby. Read more!
advantages of economy. The best equipment a young man can have, starting out
in life, is a bundle of wants. He should want to smoke good cigars; want to
get his clothes made by the best tailor; want to dine at the best tables;
want to to flirt with the prettiest women; want to belong to the best club;
want to have his turn at Monte Carlo and spin his yacht in the Adriatic;
want, in a word, the best and most of everything. Give a young man all the
needs possible. Let him acquire the habit of living largely. That young man
will be no idler. He will find the wherewithal to satisfy his needs. He will
get together the kind of a fortune needed for his ample way of life. You say
that he may fail to work out the equation? Then is he a yellow dog. By no
chance could he have been any use to himself or society. He had best drop
down and run in the common with the yellow-haired fellows of his breed."
Thanks Toby. Read more!
WEEKEND CLEARING HOUSE: THE WEEKEND CLEARING HOUSE EDITION
Written Monday, January 23 by J.R.Knight.
So the following nine post were written Sunday evening and night from various scribblings I made into a moleskin notebook over the weekend. I was out a lot so here they all are in one giant disorganized lump. There are lots of typos and plenty of questionable leaps in logic but what I need to know is if any of the links don't work. Post any broken links in the comment section and I'll fix it all sometime Monday. Enjoy. Read more!
WEEKEND CLEARING HOUSE: THE YOU KNEW IT, BUT YOU DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW IT EDITION
Written by J.R.Knight.
This is totally expected, but sad nonetheless. Read more!
This is nice. First we send the troops without enough body armor. Now this.
Troops and civilians at a U.S. military base in Iraq were exposed to contaminated water last year and employees for the responsible contractor, Halliburton, couldn't get their company to inform camp residents, according to interviews and internal company documents.... Here's the piece.
Why don't we just shoot them on the plane ride over? Read more!
Troops and civilians at a U.S. military base in Iraq were exposed to contaminated water last year and employees for the responsible contractor, Halliburton, couldn't get their company to inform camp residents, according to interviews and internal company documents.... Here's the piece.
Why don't we just shoot them on the plane ride over? Read more!
Today, Montag, opens Winter Restaurant Week 2006. Which, strangely, isn't a week but four days, followed by a short break and then five days (Jan 23 to 27 and Jan 30 to Feb 3). Lunch is $24.07 (24/7, get it?) and dinner is 35 bucks, which I guess, doesn't correspond to anything since no one is trying to build a stadium right now or get some ridiculous traffic jam going. Anyway. I reminded of all the press this summer about how chefs were having trouble turning a profit during restaurant week so they cut corners like a motherfucker. Which means that ain't rabbit. I can't find any of the articles on this online so just take my word for it. Or look yourself
PS - I guess someone is trying to build a stadium but no one is going to give a shit until the Nets get back into the playoffs. Read more!
PS - I guess someone is trying to build a stadium but no one is going to give a shit until the Nets get back into the playoffs. Read more!
Alec Soth's photography exhibit "Niagara" opened this weekend at the Gagosian. Mr. Soth has collected a series of shots taken up by the Falls. There are some amazing shots of the Falls itself and also some startling shots of the anonymous motel that sprinkle the town. These are amazingly still and moribund. I don't know, something about the disposable nature of it all, love, life and lawn furniture. I don't know. But there were also these shot of couples at the Falls. A fat couple on a couch, an awkward groom. This stuff has the air of self-importance, as if Mr. Soth had discovered something poetic and brilliant in the social bankruptcy of the human experience. When in fact Mr. Soth is simply playing into the more bullyish, mean spirited tendencies of an art scene obsessed with pointing out the short comings of their perceived lessers. Endless young trust fund motherfuckers eager to slum it in the hopes of photographing the fat, the poor and the slovenly, like endangered white rhinos to be carded back to New York galleries. There they can be fawned over by faggots in tortoise rimmed glasses as curiosities. I've seen this shit in every gallery in the city this year and the paperwork all reads like this (from the Gagosian's Alec Soth show)
“Soth's photographs resonate with the paradoxical expressions of beauty and poverty, anonymity and familiarity, and, above all, individuality and a collective consciousness. Soth cites a quote by Charles Lindbergh, written mid-transatlantic flight in his memoir, "The Spirit of St. Louis", as the basis for his own creative process:
‘Over and over again I fall asleep with my eyes open, knowing I'm falling asleep, unable to prevent it. When I fall asleep this way, my eyes are cut off from my ordinary mind as though they were shut, but they become directly connected to this new, extraordinary mind, which grows increasingly competent to deal with their impressions. ‘”
Bullshit! You're making fun of people you think you are better than, and worse, your doing it to make yourself famous. And quoting a nazi isn't going to help.
The shots of the falls are nice.
PS – I have no evidence that Mr. Soth is a trust fund motherfucker. I was generalizing. Read more!
“Soth's photographs resonate with the paradoxical expressions of beauty and poverty, anonymity and familiarity, and, above all, individuality and a collective consciousness. Soth cites a quote by Charles Lindbergh, written mid-transatlantic flight in his memoir, "The Spirit of St. Louis", as the basis for his own creative process:
‘Over and over again I fall asleep with my eyes open, knowing I'm falling asleep, unable to prevent it. When I fall asleep this way, my eyes are cut off from my ordinary mind as though they were shut, but they become directly connected to this new, extraordinary mind, which grows increasingly competent to deal with their impressions. ‘”
Bullshit! You're making fun of people you think you are better than, and worse, your doing it to make yourself famous. And quoting a nazi isn't going to help.
The shots of the falls are nice.
PS – I have no evidence that Mr. Soth is a trust fund motherfucker. I was generalizing. Read more!
WEEKEND CLEARING HOUSE: THE PASSERBY PORTRAIT SERIES EDITION
Written Sunday, January 22 by J.R.Knight.
Here is 120 thousand dollars in art school education. I call this The Passerby Portrait Series. Each is available as a 3'x3' print for $2,000.
Gianni
Eric
Roberto
Mark
Johnny Read more!
Gianni
Eric
Roberto
Mark
Johnny Read more!
This video of Rasputin almost makes Boney M look cool. Pretty awesome. Although there are a number of inaccuracy in the lyrics none are as great as the characterisation of the Mad Monk as "Russia's greatest love machine". No mention of Rasputin's 13' cock. Courtesey of WFMU's blog. Read more!
Dean and the Weenies - Fuck You (Radical Records) 1987
Chicken (3:01)
Fuck you (3:51)
I have to admit that I had never heard of Dean and the Weenies before I found this gem in the dollar bin. I think I was first drawn by the bands name. Being a Ween fan I have a Pavlovian response to the words Dean and Ween in the same sentence. But what sold me was the name of the B side. Any song called Fuck You wins my heart. Plus, I mean, it was a buck. Score for this round: Jesse 1, local record store 0.
What makes that song so great is just how gay Dean is. He's like Fred Schneider from the B-52s put into a gay pressure cooker. The results are just magically.
Here is your Dean and the Weenies trivia for the day. Dean Johnson claims to have been the first doorman at Save The Robots. He also now fronts the band Velvet Mafia. Read more!
I've added Modern Drunkard to the Wastoid section of my links. I think you'll find it both informative and liberating. They publish out of Denver, which makes Denver my new favorite city west of the Mississippi.
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Here is The Long Blondes new video for Separated By Motorways, via Virgin Records. I have a major little boy crush on the lead singer...
now you do too. And lastly here is a shot of The Long Blondes playing at Cake Shop. If you look all the way on the left, the guy folding his arms looking slightly irritated. That's my friend Luke Crotty from the band Cheeseburger. Here's Cheeseburger's interview with Spin magazine.
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So do you think they just don't read the paper, watch television or have internet access? Or do you think they were looking at this poster, looking over the newspaper and saying; "Whatever! just print the thing!" If you're not getting my point check the upper left hand corner for the "JT Leroy" then scan down to the "Based on a true story" part.
If you still don't get it you need to get out more. No, seriouly, no link, do the fucking leg work yourself. Try JT Leroy in Google. Read more!
So there’s a whole lot of buzz around The Little Dog Laughed, Douglas Carter Beane’s new play starting Julie White. Ms. White is getting much of the credit, duely from what I hear. Yet, today there was some oddness in the Times’ sparkling review; out of ten references to Ms. White by name the Time’s called her Ms. Wilson six. That put the Times’ correct name to incorrect name score at 4 to 6 against the good guys. And one of the correct spellings was in the title! Another in a caption. That makes the score for the body of the piece 2 to 6 against. I mean, I know times writers are paid shit, notoriously so, but come on. Spell checks the fucking think. There’s more journalistic unpleasantness after the jump!
This oddness comes on the heels of a spat of poor fact checking by the old (maybe senile) gray lady. Gawker has spent much of the end of the year beating retard on a desktop Alessandra Stanley over the head for a string of completely inexcusable slip-ups. Here are a few of my favorites:
She once called “Everyone Love Raymond” “It’s All About Raymond”.
She misspells the name of the heroine in Vanity Fair; it’s Becky Sharp not Sharpe, you twit!
She misquoted The Word from The Colbert Report; it’s Truthiness, not trustiness
She both misspells the name of “The Family Guy” creator Seth MacFarlane as McFarlane and got the network that picked up the show after Fox first cancelled it wrong. It was the Cartoon Network, not Comedy Central.”
You might find it charming if it were coming from your elderly aunt Bea (“What’s that Raymond show I like so much? He’s a fine young man.”) But this is the television writer for one of the World’s most respected newspapers. For fuck’s sake! She has a whapping 15% correction rate. The most at the Times, and twice the Times’ average. So why is she working there? Should they get someone who, I don’t know, OWNS a television?
I almost read her article today on Bleak House, which will be on PBS this weekend and is mostly likely going to be worth checking out. It’s a great book. But I couldn’t stop laughing at Ms. Stanley insinuation that she had read the book. Something I highly doubt. Read more!
This oddness comes on the heels of a spat of poor fact checking by the old (maybe senile) gray lady. Gawker has spent much of the end of the year beating retard on a desktop Alessandra Stanley over the head for a string of completely inexcusable slip-ups. Here are a few of my favorites:
She once called “Everyone Love Raymond” “It’s All About Raymond”.
She misspells the name of the heroine in Vanity Fair; it’s Becky Sharp not Sharpe, you twit!
She misquoted The Word from The Colbert Report; it’s Truthiness, not trustiness
She both misspells the name of “The Family Guy” creator Seth MacFarlane as McFarlane and got the network that picked up the show after Fox first cancelled it wrong. It was the Cartoon Network, not Comedy Central.”
You might find it charming if it were coming from your elderly aunt Bea (“What’s that Raymond show I like so much? He’s a fine young man.”) But this is the television writer for one of the World’s most respected newspapers. For fuck’s sake! She has a whapping 15% correction rate. The most at the Times, and twice the Times’ average. So why is she working there? Should they get someone who, I don’t know, OWNS a television?
I almost read her article today on Bleak House, which will be on PBS this weekend and is mostly likely going to be worth checking out. It’s a great book. But I couldn’t stop laughing at Ms. Stanley insinuation that she had read the book. Something I highly doubt. Read more!
I'm a retard and have failed all day to correct the missed "m' on the end of skittlepuppy.blogspot.com so I feel the need to repost about Mary's kickass blog. Yeah Mares!!! See you tomorrow night!! Read more!
My friend Jed Parker has just finished well, I'll let him say it. I'll add my two cents after the jump!
Dear Friends:
I ,Jed, have edited another movie recently and I am damn proud of it. Its
called Who Gets To Call It Art? It is a full length documentary about The
curator Henry Geldzahler and his romp through the art world of the 60s which I
worked toward turning into a romp for all the people of today to enjoy.
it has a 2 week run at the Film Forum. So here is a chance for you all to see
a 35mm print of the film!!!! Golly
For all dates between February 1 and 13 you can purchase tickets at
www.filmforum.org starting January 25.
So I don't really have much to add other than to say that I find the period that Mr. Geldzahler worked for the MET to be interesting. Maybe the last truely interesting period of American Art. I never really considered the Warhol lead movement of the late seventies and early eighties little more then the over selfindulgence on a horny faggot.
It seems a normal happening to me now but consider that when Mr. Geldzahler took his post at the MET as it Contemporary Arts Director it was a post that didn't exist. The MET scaresly acknowledged the existence of a living artist, much less exhibited one. Mr. Geldzahler was largely responsible of the legitimizing of artists like Daddy-Fagbottoms (my pet name for Warhol) and Hockney.
This film has been getting good press.
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Direct, if you will your attention to Skittlepuppy. The ubercute, totally awesome blog of professionally sparkle eyed Mary. She is oh so clever and the lead singer of Heather is a Slut.
HS is currently taking applications from cute girls 21 to 25 to join the band.
Go ahead - check it out, but come right back!!! Read more!
HS is currently taking applications from cute girls 21 to 25 to join the band.
Go ahead - check it out, but come right back!!! Read more!
In this installment of Kanye takes on Kanye takes on Toronto...
Kanye West lost his cool again in a Toronto radio station over the bleeping on the phrase "white girl" out of Golddigger. He handles the situation with some serious cool which the douchbag radio clown tries to get him off the subject. Kanye doesn't budge and eventually storms off.
As a man who spins a ssong called white girls I agree with Mr. West. Plus hip-hop radio in Toronto. Fuck those guys!
Here's an mp3 of George Bush don't like black people. Enjoy. Read more!
Kanye West lost his cool again in a Toronto radio station over the bleeping on the phrase "white girl" out of Golddigger. He handles the situation with some serious cool which the douchbag radio clown tries to get him off the subject. Kanye doesn't budge and eventually storms off.
As a man who spins a ssong called white girls I agree with Mr. West. Plus hip-hop radio in Toronto. Fuck those guys!
Here's an mp3 of George Bush don't like black people. Enjoy. Read more!
And so the legend grows....
We've roped in a new bandmate. A fetching young irish lass. This fills our prerequiste for both girls and foriegners. She will be playing the conceptoslap and designing our logo. What is the conceptoslap? Find out after the jump!
Me: Hey what's up
Karen S: Yo! sittin in my room gettin drunk on cheap beer making jewelery! ah new york new york
Me: It's a hell of a town. So i'm starting a band called fuck you pills. Are you in?
Karen S: of course. but only if i can play the conceptoslap; its a used condom which u slap (mation like a sling shot) off a diaphram
Me: Well what would we do without one
Karen S: our symbol can be a rabbit; ie jefferson airplane plus the total disregard 4 contraceptives
me: Cool lets see sketches by pratice on saturday!! Read more!
We've roped in a new bandmate. A fetching young irish lass. This fills our prerequiste for both girls and foriegners. She will be playing the conceptoslap and designing our logo. What is the conceptoslap? Find out after the jump!
Me: Hey what's up
Karen S: Yo! sittin in my room gettin drunk on cheap beer making jewelery! ah new york new york
Me: It's a hell of a town. So i'm starting a band called fuck you pills. Are you in?
Karen S: of course. but only if i can play the conceptoslap; its a used condom which u slap (mation like a sling shot) off a diaphram
Me: Well what would we do without one
Karen S: our symbol can be a rabbit; ie jefferson airplane plus the total disregard 4 contraceptives
me: Cool lets see sketches by pratice on saturday!! Read more!
Jesse over at Gawker is simply aglow today at the release by some interpid young bounder, of the latest health department report from the SoHo House. Ah the place we love to hate. You can almost imagine all those assholes with membership applications in the circular file salivating at the news. At least until the pool reopens then I'll be drinking champers and 25 dollar sliders every weekday afternoon.
Let me just note that there probibly isn't a resturant that's been open for more than six months that doesn't have evidence of live mice, which, of course is health department lingo for mouse shit. Now excuse me, I have to go make evidence of live human. Read more!
Let me just note that there probibly isn't a resturant that's been open for more than six months that doesn't have evidence of live mice, which, of course is health department lingo for mouse shit. Now excuse me, I have to go make evidence of live human. Read more!
Booker T and the MGs – McLemore Avenue (Stax Records) 1970
1 Medley: Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/The End/Here Comes The Sun/Come Together 15:48
2 Something 4:09
3 Medley: Because/You Never Give Me Your Money 7:26
4 Medley: Sun King/Mean Mr. Mustard/Polythene Pam/She Came In Through The Bathroom Window/I Want You (She's So Heavy) 10:40
I finally got M-CAT his Christmas present, squeaking by at just under a month late. Well actually I think as long as it was there before the Feast of the Epiphany we would have been alright and we’re less than two weeks back from that. Actually if we were Russian Orthodox it would be right on time. Anyway, it was early for next year.
I gave him this record out of my collection. Booker T has always been my favorite musician to come out of the powerhouse Memphis label Stax. (I don’t count Otis Redding because he recorded for Stax’s splinter label Volt.
The cover itself should be the first giveaway; the title the second McLemore Avenue in Memphis was the home to Stax Records’ recording studio. Actually, East McLemore and College, in an old Capital movie theatre.
More after the jump!.
Recorded less than two years after The Beatles original version, McLemore Avenue is less a tribute album than a reimagining. The albums three medleys are great; Booker T arranges them for maximum change in tempo and time signature. On the albums final track they move from the low hypnotic Sun King to a funky Mean Mr. Mustard, more reminiscent of Booker T’s first single, Green Onion, in zero seconds flat. They’re almost show off, and they get away with it. With Al Jackson and Steve Cropper and Donald “Duck” Dunn. Both of Blues Brother and Saturday Night Live fame, Booker T and the Memphis Group were at their tightest. The next year they recorded Melting Pot, Booker T Jones’ most fully realized album.
Yet I would argue that the tight, almost military execution of tracks like Back Home and Sunny Monday came straight out of what I imagine were long experimental sessions exploring The Beatles source material. I don’t think ANYWAY gives the Beatles such a thorough working over again until Dangermouse uses The White Album as the source material for his infamous mixtape The Grey Album.
The albums best tracks are it most complex and toughest; Because, Come Together, Something and Mean Mr. Mustard. Yet, even at it least inspired; Polythene Pam and She Came in Through the Bathroom Window, it’s still magnificent.
It’s also an amazing testament to genre crossing openness of musician of the time. A culture of exploration and appreciation that spawned much of a decade and a half worth of musical growth. McLemore Avenue stands not only on it’s own but also as a compendium to The Beatles original. Listening to Abbey Road after McLemore Avenue is a lot like going to the MET on mushrooms Read more!
Does anyone else have anything constructive to say about this trailer for Sofia Coppola’s new film? I love that she is the most boring person in the world. It almost makes her hot, almost. I just can’t get past her shitty self important writing. Plus I hated Lost in Translation.
Anyway, I would have loved to have been at the meeting where this got green lighted.
Movie Producer: “We're gonna make a period piece about Maria Antoinette.”
Movie Executive : “Okay…”
Movie Producer: “And we’ve cast Kirsten Dunst and a bust of French faggots.”
Movie Executive : “I see…”
Movie Producer: “And we’re gonna use clever new wave music certain to not stand the
test of the next three minutes.”
Movie Executive : (scratching his chin and leaning back) “hmmmmm….”
Movie Producer: “Did I mention it’ll cost 60 million dollars?”
Movie Executive : (leaping to his feet) “Sold!!! You can pick up the check in the
morning!” Read more!
Yes I'm up at 5 am, MOTHER!
So I'm still looking for more musicians for Fuck You Pill, I guess this presumes that I'll lead sing since I thought of the name and don't play any other instruments.
I know earlier I mentioned that I was changing the bands name to M.K.Mok. but I changed my mind again. M.K.Mok is going to be my stage name.
The sooner we get this handled the sooner Fuck You Pills can tour with Heather is a Slut Read more!
I promise to write something smart and clever tonight. Going to see a movie and that'll help. Until then enjoy the picture and this. Read more!
Ben e-mailed me about a new dance party (hat tip Dom) he's starting over at the new Mr. Black. It's the old Table 50 space. I knew that place wouldn't survive. Shitty location, great space.
Anyway, M-CAT spins at Passerby on Wednesday so I have to, for reasons of loyalty, give equal time.
WEDNESDAY NIGHT DANCE PARTIES
Mr. Black - Broadway and Bleeker
Passerby - 15th between 9th and 10th
I'll be at both... Read more!
Anyway, M-CAT spins at Passerby on Wednesday so I have to, for reasons of loyalty, give equal time.
WEDNESDAY NIGHT DANCE PARTIES
Mr. Black - Broadway and Bleeker
Passerby - 15th between 9th and 10th
I'll be at both... Read more!
I recieved this in an e-mail today. Not sure what to respond but I MUST respond! I mean W.K. Mok.? Brilliant! That's it. My new band Fuck You Pills is changing it's name to W.K.Mok.
I love that the e-mail address is Mokhsbc, as in the bank HSBC (Honk Kong Shainghi Banking Company) but is not really from HSBC.
FROM: W K Mok.
Hang Seng Bank Ltd
Fu Shan Mansion 25
Taikoo Shing Road,
Taikoo Shing Branch
Hong Kong.
Email:mokhsbc@hutchcity.com
Good Day,
May I be granted the opportunity to introduce myself, I am Mr.W K Mok
Managing Director and Chief Operating Officer of the Foreign operations
department of Hang Seng Bank ltd,Taikoo Shing Branch.I have a obscured
business suggestion for you. Before the U.S and Iraqi war our client
General Ibrahim Moussa who was with the Iraqi Military forces, and also a
business man made a numbered fixed deposit for 12 calendar months, with
a value of Twenty Million And Five Hundred Thousand Dollars only in my branch. Upon maturity
several notice was sent to him, during the Iraq war. Again after the war
another notification was sent and still no response came from Him. It came to
our notice that the man (General Ibrahim Moussa) and his entire
family had been murderd during the war in a bomb blast. You can read more about
the bombings on visiting these sites below:
1.http://www.ccmep.org/usbombingwatch/2003.htm#3/19/03
2.http://civilians.info/iraq/deaths_data.php
Right now in my bank under an alias which only the two of us knew
about as the confidentiality of the matter was necessary for his protection. Due
to his untimely death, the funds have been sitting in the account ever
since and will continue to do so perpetually unless we do something about it.
This is where you Some in. I located you through an agency that helps seek
people by their email. My client did not declare any next of kin in his
official papers including the paper work of his bank deposit of Twenty Million
And Five Hundred Thousand Dollars. Against this backdrop, my suggestion to you is that I would like
you as a foreigner to stand as the next of kin to our client so that you
will be able to receive his funds. I want you to know that I have had
everything planned out so that we can come out successful. I have contacted an
attorney that will prepare the necessary document that will back you up as the
next of kin to my client. All that is required from you at this stage is for
you to provide me with your Full Names and Address so that the attorney can
commence his job.
After you have been made the next of kin, the attorney will also file
in for claims on your behalf and secure the necessary approval and letter of
probate in your favor for the move of the funds to an account that will
be provided by you.There is no risk involved at all in the matter as we
are going adopt a legalized method and the attorney will prepare all the
necessary documents.The allocation of our money will be as follows: 30%
to you for your part in this, 60% for me and and 10% for any unforeseeable
expenses we may incure. I think this is extremely fair, as you have
nothing to lose but just a little time, while on the other hand I am staking my
flawless reputation among other things. And besides 30% of Twenty Million And Five Hundred Thousand Dollars
is no pocket change. Once you are approved, the entire
transaction should take no longer than twelve business days after which we will go
about our daily business, but just millions of dollars richer.
As you can see this is easier than taking candy from a baby, but mind
you, trust is something that is developed over time and that is something
that we do not have. So I have to let you know that it will highly unfeasible
to try to run away with the money because even though only you can transfer
money in and out of your account, the transfer can only be authorized by my
department of which i happen to be the head. The money will be
transferred from my bank to an account you will provide. So please, there should be
no room for greed because Twenty Million And Five Hundred Thousand Dollars can quench even the most
insatiable desire for the almighty dollar. Again, I will be in charge
of everything else. I will assume all responsibilities for this endeavor
so you don't have to worry about any legal ramifications, just what you will
do with all that money.Your urgent response is anticipated so please email me through this
email:mokhsbc@hutchcity.com
for more details on this transaction as soon as possible. This should
be kept very secret and confidential.I believe you know.
kind Regards,
Mr. W.K Mok. Read more!
I love that the e-mail address is Mokhsbc, as in the bank HSBC (Honk Kong Shainghi Banking Company) but is not really from HSBC.
FROM: W K Mok.
Hang Seng Bank Ltd
Fu Shan Mansion 25
Taikoo Shing Road,
Taikoo Shing Branch
Hong Kong.
Email:mokhsbc@hutchcity.com
Good Day,
May I be granted the opportunity to introduce myself, I am Mr.W K Mok
Managing Director and Chief Operating Officer of the Foreign operations
department of Hang Seng Bank ltd,Taikoo Shing Branch.I have a obscured
business suggestion for you. Before the U.S and Iraqi war our client
General Ibrahim Moussa who was with the Iraqi Military forces, and also a
business man made a numbered fixed deposit for 12 calendar months, with
a value of Twenty Million And Five Hundred Thousand Dollars only in my branch. Upon maturity
several notice was sent to him, during the Iraq war. Again after the war
another notification was sent and still no response came from Him. It came to
our notice that the man (General Ibrahim Moussa) and his entire
family had been murderd during the war in a bomb blast. You can read more about
the bombings on visiting these sites below:
1.http://www.ccmep.org/usbombingwatch/2003.htm#3/19/03
2.http://civilians.info/iraq/deaths_data.php
Right now in my bank under an alias which only the two of us knew
about as the confidentiality of the matter was necessary for his protection. Due
to his untimely death, the funds have been sitting in the account ever
since and will continue to do so perpetually unless we do something about it.
This is where you Some in. I located you through an agency that helps seek
people by their email. My client did not declare any next of kin in his
official papers including the paper work of his bank deposit of Twenty Million
And Five Hundred Thousand Dollars. Against this backdrop, my suggestion to you is that I would like
you as a foreigner to stand as the next of kin to our client so that you
will be able to receive his funds. I want you to know that I have had
everything planned out so that we can come out successful. I have contacted an
attorney that will prepare the necessary document that will back you up as the
next of kin to my client. All that is required from you at this stage is for
you to provide me with your Full Names and Address so that the attorney can
commence his job.
After you have been made the next of kin, the attorney will also file
in for claims on your behalf and secure the necessary approval and letter of
probate in your favor for the move of the funds to an account that will
be provided by you.There is no risk involved at all in the matter as we
are going adopt a legalized method and the attorney will prepare all the
necessary documents.The allocation of our money will be as follows: 30%
to you for your part in this, 60% for me and and 10% for any unforeseeable
expenses we may incure. I think this is extremely fair, as you have
nothing to lose but just a little time, while on the other hand I am staking my
flawless reputation among other things. And besides 30% of Twenty Million And Five Hundred Thousand Dollars
is no pocket change. Once you are approved, the entire
transaction should take no longer than twelve business days after which we will go
about our daily business, but just millions of dollars richer.
As you can see this is easier than taking candy from a baby, but mind
you, trust is something that is developed over time and that is something
that we do not have. So I have to let you know that it will highly unfeasible
to try to run away with the money because even though only you can transfer
money in and out of your account, the transfer can only be authorized by my
department of which i happen to be the head. The money will be
transferred from my bank to an account you will provide. So please, there should be
no room for greed because Twenty Million And Five Hundred Thousand Dollars can quench even the most
insatiable desire for the almighty dollar. Again, I will be in charge
of everything else. I will assume all responsibilities for this endeavor
so you don't have to worry about any legal ramifications, just what you will
do with all that money.Your urgent response is anticipated so please email me through this
email:mokhsbc@hutchcity.com
for more details on this transaction as soon as possible. This should
be kept very secret and confidential.I believe you know.
kind Regards,
Mr. W.K Mok. Read more!
According to Lulu’s Titlescorer a book titled 26 Reds and a Bottle of Wine only has a 34.8% chance of being a bestseller. Guess I’ll keep the day job.
On the other hand - It's the exact same percent given to A Million Pieces!!! So there still everything to play for.
PS- for the record Dicklicker has a 59.3% chance and High as Shit has a 63.7% chance. But you could have guessed all that. Read more!
On the other hand - It's the exact same percent given to A Million Pieces!!! So there still everything to play for.
PS- for the record Dicklicker has a 59.3% chance and High as Shit has a 63.7% chance. But you could have guessed all that. Read more!
The great band I Love You But I’ve Chosen Darkness has finally released a tracklist to their new album. A follow-up to 2004 self-titled EP. Fear Is On Our Side was recorded in December by the great Paul Barker from Ministry. He claims this new album, on Secretly Canadian, is going to be darker than last years EP. If you knew Barker you wouldn’t doubt it.
They sound like a great less polished bouncy version of the last Rapture album, Olio. But where The Rapture failed Darkness shall succeed. Where The Rapture died Darkness shall live! In their apartment!* Mp3 and tracklist after the jump!
here is one of the tracks from their last EP.
Fear Is On Our Side tracklist:
1. The Ghost
2. According To Plan
3. Lights
4. The Owl
5. Today
6. We Choose Faces
7. Last Ride Together
8. A Last Is All
9. Long Walk
10. Fear Is On Our Side
11. Untitled
12. If It Was Me
*Stolen Simpsons joke. (ed. note)
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The Film Society of Lincoln Center has an online interview with Lars Von Trier, the eccentric sometimes arrogant founder of the Dogma 95 film movement. In it he says some pretty ridiculous things alongside some rather enlightening ones. Europeans are always so quick to point to American racism as the worst of all the world’s horrors. Not that race relations in the US are any day at the park, but look at the way the French treat the Algerians or the way the Germans treat the Turks.
Anyway, how Mr. Von Trier intends to complete a trilogy of films about American history and race relations without ever having been to the country is beyond me. Beyond me but not surprising from the man. If an American director dared to make a trilogy of films about Denmark’s trouble history it would the outrage of the continent.
He does make some nice points later in the interview when he talks about process and technique. He also has some great stories about working with Bjork on “Dancer in the Dark” It was my understanding before reading the interview that she became a bit overwhelmed by the roll and that her behavior became increasingly erratic. It’s my understanding that on at least one occasion she eat the pages of the script for a particularly difficult scene. Makes scene to me. Read more!
Anyway, how Mr. Von Trier intends to complete a trilogy of films about American history and race relations without ever having been to the country is beyond me. Beyond me but not surprising from the man. If an American director dared to make a trilogy of films about Denmark’s trouble history it would the outrage of the continent.
He does make some nice points later in the interview when he talks about process and technique. He also has some great stories about working with Bjork on “Dancer in the Dark” It was my understanding before reading the interview that she became a bit overwhelmed by the roll and that her behavior became increasingly erratic. It’s my understanding that on at least one occasion she eat the pages of the script for a particularly difficult scene. Makes scene to me. Read more!
In light of the revelations this week surrounding J.T., Leroy and James Frey I feel there are a few things I should say. Just to clear the air.
I know what you’re saying. “Oh no, another member of the literati has perpetrated a fraud on naive New York intellectuals. Another bad apple.” Whoa, whoa. Hold on, let me explain.
First off, let me say that I DO indeed know a man from Nantucket. His name is David, although he has asked me to leave it at that. The trouble for me is that there were some over exaggerations made as to certain of David’s physical characters. Ones I made both to preserve rhyming scheme and as an attention getting visual image. Writers often use devices as a way of “painting” a piece. I apologize for any damage I may have done.
Secondly, I DO know a girl named Alice. She is still alive and unharmed and has not, to my knowledge, ever used dynamite in any way sexually. Any suggestion by me that parts of her were found in ANY major metropolitan area in Texas were not a mischaracterization, they was simply lies. Once again, I am sorry to those I have hurt.
I will work hard to rebuild your shattered trust in me. I can only hope you can forgive me. Read more!
I know what you’re saying. “Oh no, another member of the literati has perpetrated a fraud on naive New York intellectuals. Another bad apple.” Whoa, whoa. Hold on, let me explain.
First off, let me say that I DO indeed know a man from Nantucket. His name is David, although he has asked me to leave it at that. The trouble for me is that there were some over exaggerations made as to certain of David’s physical characters. Ones I made both to preserve rhyming scheme and as an attention getting visual image. Writers often use devices as a way of “painting” a piece. I apologize for any damage I may have done.
Secondly, I DO know a girl named Alice. She is still alive and unharmed and has not, to my knowledge, ever used dynamite in any way sexually. Any suggestion by me that parts of her were found in ANY major metropolitan area in Texas were not a mischaracterization, they was simply lies. Once again, I am sorry to those I have hurt.
I will work hard to rebuild your shattered trust in me. I can only hope you can forgive me. Read more!
I've been meaning to get to this all since Sunday morning but whatever.
Anyway. Got the message Saturday night, around 4 am that the MARCH (Multi-Agency Response to Community Hotspots) Squad had once again busted up Darkroom. These MARCH raids mean that local cops, vice cops, fire officials and the health department all descend on the bar in mass. The desired effect is to give out as many tickets as possible as a precursor to shutting a place down. This is basically Gestapo bullshit.
I’m familiar with MARCH because they used to routinely raid bars in my neighborhood, out of the tenth precinct. At the time the 10th was run by this hardnosed asshole cop named Dennis DeQuatro. A real prick, he seemed to take some sort of personal pleasure in shutting down bars and stopping the fun. He would typically raid a bar around 2 am, prime time on a weekend, just to fuck with everyone. Guess which precinct Mr. DeQuarto is running now?
If history is any indication these MARCH raids or going to make life on the LES interesting and making a living on those streets difficult. Dark Room in particular is going to get lots of attention since it can’t seem to keep it’s name out the news in connection with fast times and free drugs. The place was first boarded up after 2 NYU retards overdosed on speedball after (the New York Times reported) partying at Dark Room until 10 am. This most resent raid follows a week where Lindsey Lohan and Kate “trouble follows her” Moss were reported to have made an appearance (oddly enough, together. What are those two doing hanging out together?)
The best advice I can give is the advice your mom would give. Keep the booze inside, the cigarettes outside, the underage out and coke dealers away.
PS - The photo above it Ms. Lohan's brilliant scriping on the bathroom wall in Dark Room. It reads “Scarlett is a bloody cunt / L / Peace and love / [illegible] / fucker.” She's the voice of a generation Read more!
The ado this week over the Colin Ferrell’s sex tape might be seen as a commentary of the pervasive nature of the Internet culture. After all, Colin’s man-meat was on dozens (and dozens) of celebri-blogs with minutes of the launch of DirtyColin.com (it’s taken down now). Nearly just a quickly there were dozens (and dozens) of seize and desist orders. A year ago this circle of hyper-metaness would have taken hours if not days to come full circle. No more.
Yet the real story isn’t in Mr. Ferrell’s pants or on Gawker. It’s with a national obsession with the sex tape. It’s impossible in a post Pam & Tommy, post Paris Hilton world that anyone; famous or not and argue that they were unaware that the one-off kinky sex session avec camcorder could never and would never see the light of day. After all, how could someone you love do something so hurtful? What are you a fucking idiot?
Yet surely, every minute of ever day in this country young men and women are bedding down in one combination or another, DV cam in hand. They most certainly fall into one of three categories; hookers, attention whores and fucking retards. Let us dismiss the first group for the purposes of our conversation.
I must argue that Mr. Rick Salomon, ex-boyfriend to perennial train wreck Paris Hilton most soundly epitomizes the attention whore. This classy guy, after all, sold Paris’ now infamous sex tape with a dedication to the “Victims of September 11th”. He also once shock even potty mouth Howard Stern by bragging that, while in his late twenties, he slept with a then 15 year old Drew Barrymore. Adding “I think I had her at her prime.” So you can see how filming yourself pleasure your 19-year-old girlfriend with a champagne bottle would be a step up for Mr. Salomon.
But pedophiliacs aside, the sex tape fits into a general understanding among slut-utants that sex sells, ergo filming yourself having sex is simply cutting out the middle man. This has, so far, met with mixed results. Paris Hilton’s “career”, in so far as slowly imploding while draining a nearly endless family bank account can be seen as a career, seems more the result of clever PR and good timing. Others, like Jenna Lewis, the sexpot from CBS “Survivor”, gained no mainstream fame, but were still able to line their pockets. Sex (excuse me) six months after making much ado over her sex tape’s release Ben Widdicombe from the NY Daily News reported that Ms. Lewis, in fact, had a hand in it’s distribution and made a cool $70,000 on it’s sale. Not bad for a days work.
Ms. Lewis seems a good counterpoint to Mr. Solomon. With reality TV creating and destroying sex symbols at a ravenous rate the ill-gotten sex tape seems the only avenue to success that doesn’t involve grad school. Noteworthy this week is America’s Next Top Model winner Adrianne Curry (no relation to 80s MTV “VJ” adam curry) posing for Playboy (Not Safe For Work). The first stop on World’s Biggest Gangbang Express.
But is self-exploitation only the realm of the talentless? Indeed not. In the appearance-obsessed culture of Hollywood, a world where a walk to the corner for milk is a fashion event, it seems inconceivable that so many women (and it is most Hollywood’s women) can’t keep their bits away. Dozens of websites (Not Safe For Work) service an almost endless stream of nip slips, upshots and see-thru dress. Can it be so hard to keep your shirt up and your skirt down? For a reference point let me say that I have seen, in my life (and I’m paying attention to this sort of thing) 2 tits slip out. Yet I’ve seen Kim Catrall’s tit slip out a half dozen times. How can the odds be so skewed against celebrities?
So we’re left with cynical landscape of America’s famous. Self obsessed P.T. Barnums filming themselves fucking and popping out of dresses and a desperate play to up their professional stock and sell tickets. Not quite, I say. A surprising number of celebrities take quick and decisive action. Often refusing to negotiate with distributors who would love to appeal to a celebrity's more base instincts to turn a quick buck and ride the infamy express. Mr. Ferrell has gone so far as to pursue even the more minor of websites who either link to or publish outright the massive collection on screengrabs from his aforementioned knobfest.
It is worth noting that he follows in a long tradition of celebrity action against both distributors and thieves. Mostly it seems from actors and actresses whose stars seem to be on the rise without much help from the NC-17 crowd. So maybe I’m wrong, maybe there is much to be cynical about. Read more!
Yet the real story isn’t in Mr. Ferrell’s pants or on Gawker. It’s with a national obsession with the sex tape. It’s impossible in a post Pam & Tommy, post Paris Hilton world that anyone; famous or not and argue that they were unaware that the one-off kinky sex session avec camcorder could never and would never see the light of day. After all, how could someone you love do something so hurtful? What are you a fucking idiot?
Yet surely, every minute of ever day in this country young men and women are bedding down in one combination or another, DV cam in hand. They most certainly fall into one of three categories; hookers, attention whores and fucking retards. Let us dismiss the first group for the purposes of our conversation.
I must argue that Mr. Rick Salomon, ex-boyfriend to perennial train wreck Paris Hilton most soundly epitomizes the attention whore. This classy guy, after all, sold Paris’ now infamous sex tape with a dedication to the “Victims of September 11th”. He also once shock even potty mouth Howard Stern by bragging that, while in his late twenties, he slept with a then 15 year old Drew Barrymore. Adding “I think I had her at her prime.” So you can see how filming yourself pleasure your 19-year-old girlfriend with a champagne bottle would be a step up for Mr. Salomon.
But pedophiliacs aside, the sex tape fits into a general understanding among slut-utants that sex sells, ergo filming yourself having sex is simply cutting out the middle man. This has, so far, met with mixed results. Paris Hilton’s “career”, in so far as slowly imploding while draining a nearly endless family bank account can be seen as a career, seems more the result of clever PR and good timing. Others, like Jenna Lewis, the sexpot from CBS “Survivor”, gained no mainstream fame, but were still able to line their pockets. Sex (excuse me) six months after making much ado over her sex tape’s release Ben Widdicombe from the NY Daily News reported that Ms. Lewis, in fact, had a hand in it’s distribution and made a cool $70,000 on it’s sale. Not bad for a days work.
Ms. Lewis seems a good counterpoint to Mr. Solomon. With reality TV creating and destroying sex symbols at a ravenous rate the ill-gotten sex tape seems the only avenue to success that doesn’t involve grad school. Noteworthy this week is America’s Next Top Model winner Adrianne Curry (no relation to 80s MTV “VJ” adam curry) posing for Playboy (Not Safe For Work). The first stop on World’s Biggest Gangbang Express.
But is self-exploitation only the realm of the talentless? Indeed not. In the appearance-obsessed culture of Hollywood, a world where a walk to the corner for milk is a fashion event, it seems inconceivable that so many women (and it is most Hollywood’s women) can’t keep their bits away. Dozens of websites (Not Safe For Work) service an almost endless stream of nip slips, upshots and see-thru dress. Can it be so hard to keep your shirt up and your skirt down? For a reference point let me say that I have seen, in my life (and I’m paying attention to this sort of thing) 2 tits slip out. Yet I’ve seen Kim Catrall’s tit slip out a half dozen times. How can the odds be so skewed against celebrities?
So we’re left with cynical landscape of America’s famous. Self obsessed P.T. Barnums filming themselves fucking and popping out of dresses and a desperate play to up their professional stock and sell tickets. Not quite, I say. A surprising number of celebrities take quick and decisive action. Often refusing to negotiate with distributors who would love to appeal to a celebrity's more base instincts to turn a quick buck and ride the infamy express. Mr. Ferrell has gone so far as to pursue even the more minor of websites who either link to or publish outright the massive collection on screengrabs from his aforementioned knobfest.
It is worth noting that he follows in a long tradition of celebrity action against both distributors and thieves. Mostly it seems from actors and actresses whose stars seem to be on the rise without much help from the NC-17 crowd. So maybe I’m wrong, maybe there is much to be cynical about. Read more!
ME: Where are you?
RAP: I'm at home
ME: That's gay - Out here on the parameter there are no stars
ME: Damn you
RAP: Oh, ok.
ME: Well - what say you?
ME: Damn you! Damn you to hell
RAP: I'm watching tv.
ME: Fuck your tv.
ME: We're starting a band called Fuck Youi Pills. You're on drums. Read more!
RAP: I'm at home
ME: That's gay - Out here on the parameter there are no stars
ME: Damn you
RAP: Oh, ok.
ME: Well - what say you?
ME: Damn you! Damn you to hell
RAP: I'm watching tv.
ME: Fuck your tv.
ME: We're starting a band called Fuck Youi Pills. You're on drums. Read more!
James “I’m a bad man” Frey was on Larry King Live last night talking about the train wreck that has become his literary career. Of course Larry was beyond softballing ‘em. I guess t-ball is beyond softball. Anyway, James’ response to the whole thing boiled down to “Ya live and ya learn.”
Great, thanks. Really clears the air.
My favorite bit was when he said, “…all memoirs take liberty with the facts. They have to. They condense time.“ Hey, Jimbo! You’re not being accused of taking condensing time. You’re accused of making it up. The amazing sales for the book are based entirely on the mythology swirling around the author. If he didn’t have a $1,000 dollar a day coke and heroine problem and drink 4 bottle of Jack Daniels a night then you’re lying. Lying for the purpose of creating myth. You’re a college freshman at his first at his first keg party. You’re bullshiting. And bullshit is only cool to pussies.
When asked about his third book, the one he hasn’t started yet, and about who would publish it James seemed a bit uncertain before answering, “I’m with Riverhead and they’re going to publish my next two books.” Don’t write any checks yet James.
He also claims that no one is disputing that he was a drug addict, no one was disputing that he went to rehab. Well, what a differance a day makes.
By the way, check out the comment section of Amazon’s page on the book. People are pissed. I think the backlash is a bit ridiculous. I mean, the guy just gets to write his name at the bottom of a list of people who have bullshitted in order to separate retards from their money. Read more!
Great, thanks. Really clears the air.
My favorite bit was when he said, “…all memoirs take liberty with the facts. They have to. They condense time.“ Hey, Jimbo! You’re not being accused of taking condensing time. You’re accused of making it up. The amazing sales for the book are based entirely on the mythology swirling around the author. If he didn’t have a $1,000 dollar a day coke and heroine problem and drink 4 bottle of Jack Daniels a night then you’re lying. Lying for the purpose of creating myth. You’re a college freshman at his first at his first keg party. You’re bullshiting. And bullshit is only cool to pussies.
When asked about his third book, the one he hasn’t started yet, and about who would publish it James seemed a bit uncertain before answering, “I’m with Riverhead and they’re going to publish my next two books.” Don’t write any checks yet James.
He also claims that no one is disputing that he was a drug addict, no one was disputing that he went to rehab. Well, what a differance a day makes.
By the way, check out the comment section of Amazon’s page on the book. People are pissed. I think the backlash is a bit ridiculous. I mean, the guy just gets to write his name at the bottom of a list of people who have bullshitted in order to separate retards from their money. Read more!
I love this record cover. This is Serge going all African and Latin. You can tell because of the two negroes in the background on the bongos. How over the top is that? And there is Serge in the front looking at you going "What? Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar!" Read more!
While I’m (not) on the subject of the New York Times, I read Frank Keating’s retarded piece in the Op/Ed section.
To summarize, Mr. Keating thinks that the DHS’s policy of giving more anti-terrorism dollars to the ten largest American cities than to the country as a whole is misguided. He even suggest, in what must have been written in the mist of a horrible herpes outbreak, that small cities should get MORE money.
I’ll repeat. MORE money.
He swings Timmy McVeigh around like a dead cat, suggesting the mute Marine hit the building in Ok City because of a perception, on McVeigh’s part, of lower security. “McVeigh didn’t go to Los Angeles or Miami, at least in part, because he assumed security there might be tighter.”
Let’s forgo the whole bit about making an ass out of yourself and just grant this notion. Mr. Keating misses a key point in his “analysis”. These DHS monies are not just to post security guards and metal detectors. They are designed for active anti-terrorism work. Work not capable of being performed in Norman, Oklahoma, a town cited as a pilot school training ground for the 9/11 hijackers.
New York has a sophisticated anti-terrorism operation. It has to. It’s been hit by two terrorist attacks in 15 years. That makes the New York City vs. Norman, Ok. scorecard 2 to 0. In soccer that’s a blowout.
There is also the issue of size. I’m willing to bet that if five brown men, talking a funny language show up anywhere near Norman, Ok. Someone is gonna notice. In New York we call that a cab stand. With 8 million people, a massive public transportation system, 28,000 acres of parks, dozens of major bridges and tunnels, the statue of liberty and Mario Batali, we’ve got a lot to protect. So if Norman, Ok want there f**king chem. Suits and bomb detectors they’re gonna have to get in line.
I know this is a rather glib answer to a difficult and complicated situation but if we’re not glib the terrorist win!!!
PS - take a look at the Norman, Oklahoma. website. check out the icon for the Daddy Daughter Dance! WTF!!! Read more!
To summarize, Mr. Keating thinks that the DHS’s policy of giving more anti-terrorism dollars to the ten largest American cities than to the country as a whole is misguided. He even suggest, in what must have been written in the mist of a horrible herpes outbreak, that small cities should get MORE money.
I’ll repeat. MORE money.
He swings Timmy McVeigh around like a dead cat, suggesting the mute Marine hit the building in Ok City because of a perception, on McVeigh’s part, of lower security. “McVeigh didn’t go to Los Angeles or Miami, at least in part, because he assumed security there might be tighter.”
Let’s forgo the whole bit about making an ass out of yourself and just grant this notion. Mr. Keating misses a key point in his “analysis”. These DHS monies are not just to post security guards and metal detectors. They are designed for active anti-terrorism work. Work not capable of being performed in Norman, Oklahoma, a town cited as a pilot school training ground for the 9/11 hijackers.
New York has a sophisticated anti-terrorism operation. It has to. It’s been hit by two terrorist attacks in 15 years. That makes the New York City vs. Norman, Ok. scorecard 2 to 0. In soccer that’s a blowout.
There is also the issue of size. I’m willing to bet that if five brown men, talking a funny language show up anywhere near Norman, Ok. Someone is gonna notice. In New York we call that a cab stand. With 8 million people, a massive public transportation system, 28,000 acres of parks, dozens of major bridges and tunnels, the statue of liberty and Mario Batali, we’ve got a lot to protect. So if Norman, Ok want there f**king chem. Suits and bomb detectors they’re gonna have to get in line.
I know this is a rather glib answer to a difficult and complicated situation but if we’re not glib the terrorist win!!!
PS - take a look at the Norman, Oklahoma. website. check out the icon for the Daddy Daughter Dance! WTF!!! Read more!
Henrietta Collins & The Wifebeating Childhaters - Drive-By Shooting(Texas Hotel) 1987
1 Drive by Shooting (Watch Out for That Pig) 1:58
2 Ex-Lion Tamer 1:53
3 Hey Henrietta 2:56
4 Can You Speak This 1:56
5 I Have Come to Kill You 5:17
6 Men Are Pigs 2:37
7 The Road Song 2:35
This is one of my favorite records. I found it in the bargain used bin at this East Berlin record store run by this total asshole. It cost me 10 euros. Actually, my last 10 euros. I had to borrow the cab fair to get to the airport the next day.
This little LP kicks off with Rollins doing this take on late 80s LA gang violence set to surf rock. Sounds like something the Circle Jerks could have done for the Repo Man soundtrack. The track opens with a BBC type announcer (“PCP 1 is proud to introduce…”). That little diddy is followed by a pretty great version of Wire’s Ex Lion Tamer. I actually can’t listen to the original anymore, but that’s my problem. Rollins punches up the vocals so they just take over the track. Wire’s version sounds oddly subdued by comparison.
The second side has a bunch of awesome throwaway track including a take on Queens We Will Rock You called We Have Come To Kill You, and the spoken word piece Can You Speak This set to an early Rollins Bandisque backing track.
I play this thing all the time. Especially the side A, which I play straight through cause I think they sound so damn good together. Historically this record is right after Black Flag calls it quits and figures Chris Haskett on guitar, bassist Bernie Wandel, and drummer Mick Green. I guess that makes this the precursor to the Rollins Band album, which was also on Texas Hotel. I like it better than most of the Rollins Band stuff, but I’m an idiot. Read more!
I read Frank Bruni’s piece in the dining section of the Times today about the $1,000 dollar glass of wine being hawked over at Gilt . His choice word for the new eatery was “sneaky”.
I know this space because I used to work at the New York Palace Hotel and Gilt occupies Le Cirque 2000 old space. It’s worth noting that Gilt doesn’t have the old Le Cirque kitchen, which was mostly ripped out and is right now being converted to be used by the hotel. In fact they don’t seemed to be using much of the old Le Cirque space right now. With only a tiny bit of kitchen on the ground floor and a hallway of storage space on the second I can’t imagine where they’re cooking.
He makes some good points about stealth and add on charges at D’or Ahn, Thor and Cookshop. I mean, whatever is whatever but in the city with a 200 porkchop I say anything goes. Read more!
I know this space because I used to work at the New York Palace Hotel and Gilt occupies Le Cirque 2000 old space. It’s worth noting that Gilt doesn’t have the old Le Cirque kitchen, which was mostly ripped out and is right now being converted to be used by the hotel. In fact they don’t seemed to be using much of the old Le Cirque space right now. With only a tiny bit of kitchen on the ground floor and a hallway of storage space on the second I can’t imagine where they’re cooking.
He makes some good points about stealth and add on charges at D’or Ahn, Thor and Cookshop. I mean, whatever is whatever but in the city with a 200 porkchop I say anything goes. Read more!
The Rocks in Your Head record store on Prince Street, just west of West Broadway is closing after like 27 years and moving to (brace yourself) Williamsburg. This is fucking bullshit and further evidence that everything cool that once was in this town is now no more. I get the feeling sometimes that I’m living in Toronto or something.
What happened to this city? Why are we driving every bit of culture and edge out? Oh yeah… money. I’m beginning to wonder if New York is worth the premium anymore. It’s like being a member of a club without a clubhouse.
You watch Downtown 81 and you see what a mess the Lower Eastside used to be. Looks like downtown Grozny. And I’m not saying we go back to the city’s wild west days, I’m just looking for a little fucking payback for my $1,500 a month shoe box and 3 dollar hotdogs. It used to be that you could go to a place like Rocks in Your Head and talk to Kevin and he would play some cool “7 inches for you and you’d buy a fucking Joy Division record and feel smug in the assurance that you at least had the world coolest record stores in walking distance.
This story isn’t over. I say we all move to Berlin… Read more!
What happened to this city? Why are we driving every bit of culture and edge out? Oh yeah… money. I’m beginning to wonder if New York is worth the premium anymore. It’s like being a member of a club without a clubhouse.
You watch Downtown 81 and you see what a mess the Lower Eastside used to be. Looks like downtown Grozny. And I’m not saying we go back to the city’s wild west days, I’m just looking for a little fucking payback for my $1,500 a month shoe box and 3 dollar hotdogs. It used to be that you could go to a place like Rocks in Your Head and talk to Kevin and he would play some cool “7 inches for you and you’d buy a fucking Joy Division record and feel smug in the assurance that you at least had the world coolest record stores in walking distance.
This story isn’t over. I say we all move to Berlin… Read more!
I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this mess. Imagine this piece of magic going on in Europe with Solid Gold was is happening in the States. No wonder the EU can't get their shit together. And where is this thing suppose to be taking place? A space station manned entirely by Finnish cheerleaders? I would love to have been at the preproduction meeting for this gem! (Hattip to WFMU.ORG) Read more!
The founder of Paper magazine looks like the bad guy from Ghostbusters 2. Well, except he wears brown parachute pants. Which means he looks like a cross between the bad guy from Ghostbusters 2 and MC Hammer. This is a disquieting comparison. I got so fucking shithoused last night and couldn't, for the life of me, stop thinking about which Cate said on Friday about giving great handjobs. Read more!
Okay, here’s the deal with Floyd. Floyd showed up one summer while I was in Greece. He was a puppy then and living in my brother Chris’ frat house, but after a rather dubious incident involving a golf club and a second story balcony the frat house was ruled unsafe and Floyd set off for Brooklyn. Destination: My father’s house.
He’s been living there ever since, much to the chagrin of my dad who is, in fact, allergic to the fucker. So now my dad says that the little shit has to either get a job and pay rent or move out. I know Floyd pretty well and I can tell you that he is not going to get a job.
That’s the situation. So, I can either take Floyd on here or never see the guy again. Of course, I’m allergic as well so there’s that, which means I’d be adding a health dose of Benadryl to my current un-prescribed drug regiment.
I know Benadryl and alcohol makes you drowsy, but I have thing in my weekly drug cocktail to combat my lethargic nature. I’m more worried about reactions to my more… engaging prescriptions. This remains an issue in flux, but I don’t see me letting the good Dr. Floyd go. I also don’t see any change in my party schedule. Read more!
So it's January 9th and I still haven't paid my rent. Yes, there are obvious questions at hand like; "Is there ANY money in my checking account?" and "How much did I tip that hooker?" and "Do you even HAVE to tip hookers?" I've never been one to worry about writing a bad check. It's mostly been that my mind has been elsewhere and the last thing I've been thinking about is giving people money.
Meeting Alex for a drink tonight. Might be the last time I see him before his big trip around the world and we haven't talked at all about any of the logistics he needs me to handle while he's away (7 months around the world). Plus I have to gear myself up to hear "Do you miss him?" about a million times between now and July. Read more!
Meeting Alex for a drink tonight. Might be the last time I see him before his big trip around the world and we haven't talked at all about any of the logistics he needs me to handle while he's away (7 months around the world). Plus I have to gear myself up to hear "Do you miss him?" about a million times between now and July. Read more!
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