And dat ain’t cool, fool, ’cause it’s Friday.
February 19, 2010, 15:28 -05 by chris
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Enough about Tiger Woods, already. One of the blandest guys in the world known for playing one of the blandest ‘sports’ in the world gave one of the blandest press conferences ever about something nobody should actually care about. The economy? Housing crisis? Health care crisis? Iranian nukes? Schools conducting illegal surveillance? Nope, some sports celebrity who slept around (shocker!) is the “top story”. Yech.
Is there someone else up there we can talk to? No. Now go away or I shall re-record the vocal track a second time-uh.
The “carrying on about bacon to the point of absurdity and launching products that include bacon or bacon flavoring that probably shouldn’t” and “oversaturating a niche market with more pink, cutesy storefronts that only sell cupcakes” trends need to go away already. Websites with pictures of hipsters above droll captions are still, somehow, funny, though: Unhappy Hipsters / Hipster Puppies / LATFH / Hipster Handbook / LATFHB…
Q: How many performance artists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
A: I don’t know. I left.
OK, I got nothin’. But this fulfills my ‘gotta update this thing every so often’ self-imposed obligation for the week anyway.
Let’s get random, zagga, zagga, zagga, yo…
February 8, 2010, 15:39 -05 by chris
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That N.A.S.A. song with David Byrne and a bunch of MCs makes me happier than it has any right to, in a tropical-flavored World Destruction kinda way. Only, more ‘time and space’ and less ‘Reagan and Thatcher’, of course.
Fun was had at the Editors show at the Showbox last Friday. Being on the guest list is fun, even when it’s because you won a record store contest just like anyone else, and not because you’re in some band or something. Music critics that still insist on rehashing that “hrrrgh! Sounds just like Ian Curtis!” thing are just being lame and losing the plot at this point. For the record, I did not hear anything that sounded like Ian Curtis all evening. While their three full-lengths to date are pretty divergent from each other, it seems that’s more due to production style than the songs themselves; the ‘catalog’ of songs sounds totally cohesive – to the point of struggling to remember which songs are from which album – the way they do them live. The show reaffirmed my “they’re one of those bands that makes more sense after you see them live” theory about ’em. Ran in to Kim and Geoff from C’est La Mort, who I don’t think had seen Garrick since he moved back to town.
Good arranging / editing / get-a-second-opinion-on-what-to-do-with-those-empty-four-and-eight-bar-transition-sections session on P.o.E. on Thursday. Hubristically thought we’d wrap up the song, but instead ended up finding out that there’s more work to be done than we thought… (“The only true wisdom consists in knowing that you know nothing.” “That’s us, dude!”). But isn’t that always the way with such things?
Last time I checked, I was still an American, but I still do not understand your “American football”. Even the commercials aren’t amusing anymore, but the thing apparently had the highest ratings in over 20 years, so it’s probably only a matter of time before we’re watering our crops with Brawndo.