Monday, December 12, 2011

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Thursday, September 8, 2011


(featuring Tunde Adebimpe and Kyp Malone)

Watch the documentary:

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

I Gotta Feeling

Jeff Tweedy recites "My Humps" from Jasmine D on Vimeo.

And as a reward for enduring the Peas, here's a track off the forthcoming Wilco album:

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Monday, June 20, 2011

Status Check: Planet Earth

I don't know how to feel about this popular web video. I'd like to laugh but I am worried about this guy's face:

This should not be a big deal. College is the best place to get parking tickets and players deserve spots anyway:
UNC Parking Tickets

Bill Simmons has a new website called Grantland featuring a bunch of different writers, here is a story from it on Kanye West.

Dave Chappelle is making a comeback.

Nick Cage's son Weston was arrested. Attempting to track the developments: 1, 2, 3, 4

Brooklyn Decker did a photo shoot:

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Ryen Russillo and Jalen Rose

RR: Have you had a, uh, uh, hummus wrap at any point in your life?

Rose: I think I know what hummus is, but I'm not sure it's something...yeah, that's not my thing...I grew up in a house where I fried everything if I decided to cook...I would fry bologna, cut some slits in it and eat that...

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Michael Kiwanuka

Michael Kiwanuka - Tell Me A Tale by Stayloose
Fyi: this was recorded in 2011 and the guys is 23...

Monday, April 18, 2011

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

more jj/yy

From Rolling Stone:
"As My Morning Jacket prepared to record "Holdin' on to Black Metal," the wildest track on their new album, Circuital (out this spring), frontman Jim James set the scene for his bandmates: "'I want it to sound like we're Cuban or Cambodian kids, and we're wearing berets and we're walking through an alley and we stumble upon this band, and it explodes into this crazy sing-along,'" keyboardist Bo Koster recalls with a laugh. The rest of the band had no idea what James was talking about but launched into the song anyway — the loose, funky first take is on the album. "This is the most live record we've ever done," says James.
Some of the first songs written for the disc, including "Wonderful" and the power-poppy "Out of My System," were originally intended to be played by Muppets: An exec recruited My Morning Jacket to record music for a new version of the Electric Mayhem band (the one with Animal on drums), promising a Gorillaz-style tour where MMJ would play behind a curtain while Muppet holograms bashed away onstage. The psyched band began writing and demo'ing, but the exec got fired and the project disappeared. (In any case, the lyrics of "Out of My System" — "They told me not to smoke drugs, but I didn't listen" — probably wouldn't have worked out.)
James also got a call to write a couple of songs for Jason Segel's new Muppet movie, but they didn't use those either. "So now, twice, Muppet glory has been within my grasp," says James. "It's pretty heartbreaking, but it did propel us just to kick into high gear and finish our own record."

The White Stripes


Yim Yames on the new album:

"There is a certain feeling you get in your mouth when you drink water or milk; it's like your mouth knows that they belong there. They mesh right in. Now, I'm no scientist, but I feel the molecules in milk and water are more circular or soft, rolling, wave-like — more akin to the cells already existing in your body, far different from the triangular pointed saw-wave feeling you get when you drink a fizzy water or a beer or something bubbly that clashes with the body. A feeling that's not necessarily bad — sometimes that clash is fun. That's why we love those things, but we need the water and the milk to live. As we worked on Evil Urges, our last album, we strove to make the experience fizzy and jarring and disorienting, and hopefully in a way that was fun for the listener. But as life goes on and changes you, you change the music you make. As we were working on this new album, Circuital, I felt in my body and mind that its molecules were more easily absorbed in a natural and nourishing way. And hopefully, it will feel the same way to you as you listen."

Friday, April 8, 2011

Saxy Dent May

somethings gonna happen to you if you wear that gown.....

Live Version:

Cool Down The Pace

Gregory accompanied by the baddest studio band in reggae

More Gregory and the Roots Radics...brrrup

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Hot Link

A Multicultural Friend stars in the upcoming short from the writer/director of the following hotlink.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Dock Ellis

As Ellis recounted:

I can only remember bits and pieces of the game. I was psyched. I had a feeling of euphoria. I was zeroed in on the (catcher's) glove, but I didn't hit the glove too much. I remember hitting a couple of batters and the bases were loaded two or three times. The ball was small sometimes, the ball was large sometimes, sometimes I saw the catcher, sometimes I didn't. Sometimes I tried to stare the hitter down and throw while I was looking at him. I chewed my gum until it turned to powder. I started having a crazy idea in the fourth inning that Richard Nixon was the home plate umpire, and once I thought I was pitching a baseball to Jimi Hendrix, who to me was holding a guitar and swinging it over the plate. They say I had about three to four fielding chances. I remember diving out of the way of a ball I thought was a line drive. I jumped, but the ball wasn't hit hard and never reached me.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Looking Back on Don't Look Back

Director D.A. Pennebaker reflects on the film:

Greil Marcus interviews D.A. Pennebaker about filming Bob Dylan from New Video Digital on Vimeo.

The scene in which Dylan humiliates Donovan:

Thursday, March 24, 2011


JB's taken on "Something"

George's reaction:
Frank Sinatra, who sings it with his “Stick around, Jack,” says “Something” is the greatest love song of all time. He used to say it was the greatest love song of the year. Then the decade. So what he’s saying now is very nice… My personal favorite is the version by James Brown. It was one of his B-sides. I have it on my jukebox at home. It’s absolutely brilliant.

Pots and Pans - The Kills

The Kills - Pots And Pans by secatah

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Wa Wa

'to win friends and influence his uncle'


I dipped my hand into a sea to smell the salty marine life. As I inhaled it was the scent of fuel that overwhelmed my sinus. Could it have been the fragrance of smoked tobacco mixed with salt? The things we touch while in a rush left gassy slightly hollowed.

peanut butter honey

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Breakfast (or Brunch?)

"Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert…. Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music…. All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked."
- Hunter S. Thompson


Friday, February 18, 2011

Laura Marling

Refreshing and beautiful.

Bono interview

by Klosterman, from SPIN 2004

"The job of art is to chase away ugliness," Bono says as he twists the key of his Maserati Quattroporte. "So let's start with the roads. Cars are so ugly. America is supposedly the country that brought us the love of the automobile, yet they haven't produced a beautiful car in decades. Americans used to make feminine cars with a sense of humor, but now it's all SUVs. The Germans kind of picked up the slack for a while, but the Italians ultimately were the ones that took them on. But the Italians pick such arrogant names. Do you know what quattroporte means? Four-door. It means four-door."

Bono laughs, and I pretend to understand why this is funny. I'm not sure why an expository word like quattroporte would seem pretentious, but I certainly can't disagree with his core argument: This is not an ugly car. With its sleek, soft lines, this is, in fact, the nicest automobile I've ever touched. I've never even had dreams about cars like this. Sitting in the passenger seat is like being inside a spaceship.

He's about to drive me back to Dublin's Clarence Hotel, which Bono co-owns with guitarist the Edge and a local businessman (and where Bono plans to have supper with an 88-year-old Irish painter, Louis le Brocquy). I have just spent the last two hours interviewing Bono about How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb, U2's 11th studio album. Our conversation (conducted on the ground floor of the band's headquarters and recording studio) touched on myriad points, some about music but most about politics and celebrity and the meaning of freedom. However, there is only one question about U2 that actually matters, and I'm still trying to figure it out while this four-door Maserati backs out of the garage: Is Bono for real, or is Bono full of shit?

We begin driving away from the studio, a faceless two-story building nestled along the canal in Dublin's most relentlessly industrial neighborhood. Suddenly, Bono -- who is wearing sunglasses despite the darkness -- spots four teenagers on a bench, huddled next to some U2 graffiti and bundled in sweaters (it's 50 degrees outside, but it feels colder). I will soon learn that two of the girls are from Belgium, one girl is from Austria, and one guy is Irish. They have been sitting there for seven hours, hoping to see anything that vaguely resembles achtung. "I'm going to talk to these kids," Bono says as he stops the Maserati and jumps out. I can see him signing autographs in the rearview mirror. This strikes me as quaint, and I begin jotting down the event in my notebook. But then Bono opens the trunk and throws the teenagers' bags inside. Suddenly, there are four pale kids climbing into the backseat. I guess we're lucky this is a Quattroporte.

"We're gonna give these kids a ride," says Bono. I look over my right shoulder at the girl from Austria, and I witness somebody's mind being blown out of her skull. I can almost see her brains and blood splattered across the rear window. The car takes off. Bono drives recklessly, accelerating and braking at random. "Do you want to hear the new album?" he asks the glassy-eyed teenagers. This is more than a month before How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb will be released. They say, "Yes." Bono punches up track four, "Love and Peace or Else." He hits PLAY, and it's loud; it sounds like someone dropping the throttle on a Harrier Jump Jet. Bono starts singing along, harmonizing with himself. He's playing air drums while he drives. The music changes, and he exclaims, "This is the Gary Glitter part!" The music changes again. "This is the Brian Wilson moment!" The teenagers aren't even talking. They're just kind of looking at each other, almost like they're afraid this is some Celtic version of Punk'd.

One of the kids asks to hear "Miracle Drug," which makes Bono nervous. An early version of the album was stolen in July, and he is worried that it may have been leaked to the Internet. But he plays the track anyway, still singing along, and he turns the volume even higher when we get to the lyrics, "Freedom has a scent / Like the top of a newborn baby's head." He calls these two lines the best on the album. This behavior is incredibly charming, a little embarrassing, and amazingly weird. We eventually get to the hotel, and Bono drives up on the sidewalk. He unloads the kids' bags, and they walk away like zombies. The two of us amble into the Clarence and shake hands in the lobby, and then Bono disappears into the restaurant to meet the elderly painter I've never heard of. And I find myself thinking, "Did this really just happen? Am I supposed to believe he does this kind of thing all the time, even when he doesn't have a reporter in the front seat of his car? And does that even matter? Was that car ride the greatest moment in those four kids' lives? Was this whole thing a specific performance, or is Bono's entire life a performance? And if your entire life is a performance, does that make everything you do inherently authentic? Is this guy for real, or is this guy full of shit?

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Steve Harvey

Best on Television



Jersey Shore
Top Chef

Mad Men

Boardwalk Empire
The Soup


Parks and Recreation
Restaurant Impossible
Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Factory - Big Black returns in season 4 coming spring 2011
Nitro Circus

Chicago Code is a new show that may end up being worth watching.

Show Goes On

Thursday, February 3, 2011

A Take Away Show

Natalia Lafourcade

Los Weeds - Brian Jones

Chocolate Genius Inc.

Summer Camp

Aloe Blacc

Chikita Violenta

Land of Talk


Lykke Li and El Perro Del Mar

Cold War Kids

Au Revoir Simone

Hello, Goodbye, Hello, Goodbye

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Monday, January 17, 2011

Saturday, January 15, 2011