Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
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
Monday, September 5, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Damon Albarn's album for Congo
DRC Music - Kinshasa One Two (see http://drcmusic.org ) by DRC Music
Learn about it here: http://drcmusic.org/
Not to be confused with....
Learn about it here: http://drcmusic.org/
Not to be confused with....
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 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:
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:
Thursday, June 16, 2011
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...
Monday, June 13, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
More from Rome
Danger Mouse Daniele Luppi - The Rose With A Broken Neck Feat. Jack White by 505diary.blogspot.com
Can this be released yet....
Can this be released yet....
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...
Fyi: this was recorded in 2011 and the guys is 23...
Monday, April 18, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 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."
New MMJ
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."
Monday, April 11, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Cool Down The Pace
Gregory accompanied by the baddest studio band in reggae
More Gregory and the Roots Radics...brrrup
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Why did Steve Nash file for divorce right after his kid was born?
This might explain it... true or false - you be the judge.
http://www.sheknows.com/entertainment/articles/827781/suns-steve-nash-involved-in-baby-daddy-drama
http://www.sheknows.com/entertainment/articles/827781/suns-steve-nash-involved-in-baby-daddy-drama
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:
The scene in which Dylan humiliates Donovan:
Greil Marcus interviews D.A. Pennebaker about filming Bob Dylan from New Video Digital on Vimeo.
The scene in which Dylan humiliates Donovan:
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
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.
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.Zimmerman
peanut butter honey
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 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
- Hunter S. Thompson
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
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?
"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?
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Best on Television
Californication
Shameless
Community
Jersey Shore
Top Chef
Mad Men
Boardwalk Empire
The Soup
Tosh.0
Parks and Recreation
Restaurant Impossible
Conan
House
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.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
A Take Away Show
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
New Music (it's about time)
Fleet Foxes
Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues by subpop
The Kills
The Kills - Satellite by DominoRecordCo
Bright Eyes
Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues by subpop
The Kills
The Kills - Satellite by DominoRecordCo
Bright Eyes
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
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