"I Tore Mommy A New One!"
While we're on the subject of t-shirts... these are effing funny.
(Thanks to Tim for the heads up.)
« December 2004 | Main | February 2005 »
While we're on the subject of t-shirts... these are effing funny.
(Thanks to Tim for the heads up.)
The Friday Ten = mp3 player on shuffle all songs + the first ten songs at random + comments.
1. Driver 8 - R.E.M. From their very best album, Fables of the Reconstruction. It sounds a little different than the other, more majestic songs on that record, I think; a bit poppier -- minor chords notwithstanding. One of the lasting highlights of my life is shooting the video for "Can't Get There From Here." I crashed at Pete Buck's house and went record hunting with him.
2. When A Man Loves A Woman - Percy Sledge. No one did soulful, teary-eyed angst like Sledge did. Obviously, this is a (the) standout tune of his career, but why? All of his songs sound like this.
3. You And Me - Glenn Danzig and the Power Fury Orchestra. Until this came out, on the Less Than Zero soundtrack, no one knew he had that voice.
4. You Didn't Need - Rollins Band.
5. The Negotiation Limerick File - Beastie Boys. "I love it when you hit those switches / A curveball's what my pitch is / So, here we here we come, like dum-diddly-dum / I keep all five boroughs in stitches."
6. Turn On The News - Husker Du. I love this song, and hadn't heard it in forever. So sonically dense and remarkably tight. It even has a break that features handclaps on the right channel and a Bob Mould guitar solo on the left.
7. Prosthetic Head - Green Day.
8. What'cha Gonna Do? - Pablo Cruise. Go ahead; laugh. When I was 10-years old, I got this 45, on A & M Records. I couldn't verbalize then why I liked it, and I can't now either.
9. Bingo Masters Breakout - The Fall. Mark E. Smith is a twisted genius. Get Fall info here.
10. Where's Summer B.? - Ben Folds Five.
The photo above is courtesy of Gorilla Mask. (Link unsafe for viewing at work.)
The new Postal Service video was directed by Jared Hess (Napoleon Dynamite) and co-stars Jenny Lewis. See it here.
.
Listening: "Man In The Box" from Live by Alice In Chains.
Congratulations to my pal S.O'C., who worked on (and supplied the title for) the Academy Award nominated doc Super Size Me.
And thumbs up, as well, to friend-of-a-friend Joe The Artist, who handled the art direction for the movie. Joe's a really cool and very talented guy, who sat in my living room during the American League Championship Series, eating edamome and sketching bizarre cartoons of my dog.
This year's reason for watching the slow-moving kudos-fest: If Super Size Me wins, you're entirely likely to see, assembled onstage behind Morgan Spurlock the motliest collection of creative misfits who've ever rented tuxedos.
Fingers crossed.
As if 'tweren't bad enough that the incoming snowstorm will hit the New York City area on a weekend, precluding any chance of a snow day off from work or even a late-for-work-due-to-snow day... now this petty little shitstorm is screwing with my social calendar.
Alas, the Stereo Mike gig at Water Street Bar has been postponed.
I think that's pansy-ass bullshit. But then, I could sled there from my apartment.
Ten songs, randomly shuffle-played on the iPod this morning. (Find last week's here. Please feel free to post yours and trackback here, or leave it in the comments link below.)
.
Listening: "Mighty KC" by For Squirrels, from the album Example.
I got an email from the gal across the hall here at work. (You may remember her from this. Or this.)
The subject line was: "These are beyond funny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
From the abundant lineup of exclamation points, I immediately remember that our sensibilities are so different, hers and mine, that the contents therein are certain to be entirely UNfunny. Or rather, measured against her "beyond" choice of phrasing, it would likely be "not even" funny.
The email had a link to bustedtees.com -- a link I was not about to click. But as my cursor journeyed ever closer to the big deletion X at the top of the page, colleague from across the hall tramped into my office (Sancto Sanctorum), yelping, "Isn't that funn-nny?!"
She walked all the way around to my side of the desk. (Called the death zone, because whenever someone who's not me walks back there, I feel so space-invaded I wish I were dead.) I hurriedly opened the link and looked at it while she looked over my shoulder. It's a T-shirt retail site and the main page is a number of samples of their wares. They specialize in shirts featuring tongue-in-cheek, momentarily clever, slogans and graphics. You know what I mean. You've seen these things at Urban Outfitters. You've seen them on Ashton Kutcher. You've seen them on indie-rock dweeb boys, who wear them under ill-fitting corduroy sport jackets at Scissor Sisters gigs. And every time you see them you smile briefly. Maybe you LJNOL*.
And every time you see one... alright, everytime I see one, I wonder how the sentiment stays funny long enough for a person to choose it, pay for it, bring it home, and actually put it on. I mean, that course of activity could take hours, maybe even days. Just who still thinks "BEARDS: They Grow On You" is worth even a chuckle after all that?
Well...
Colleague from across the hall stood next to me and pointed to each t-shirt design on the website, read its sentiment aloud, and threw her head back with a maniacal belly laugh. It echoed out into the hallway. Every single design -- "SEX: Do It For The Kids," "GILF," "Prose Before Hos," every one! -- threw her into shrieking spasmodic delight.
"I can't believe you're still laughing this hard -- how many times have you seen this site?" I asked.
"I know...it's just so funny every time!"
.
* Laugh, Just Not Out Loud.
.
Listening: "Buy Her Candy" from the album Dig Me Out by Sleater-Kinney.
Stereo Mike at Water Street Bar! Info below.
CLICK HERE FOR AN UPDATE!! (1.21.04)
Get a MetroCard, get directions, and get off your ass Saturday night. (I'll get a babysitter.)
Stereo Mike (formerly "The White Genius") is DJing at Water Street Bar. You should come down. It's a great bar, with good food, in an amazing neighborhood.
Mike told me he was planning to go rock/ new wave/ indie. I requested a particular song by Garbage. He said, "You got it."
Saturday Jan22 @ 9pm
Water Street Bar
66 Water Street (between Dock & Main)
Brooklyn
718/625.9352
Scam City found a good one. The website for ABC affiliate in Birmingham/Tuscaloosa, Alabama, covered the news that Queen Latifah will be hosting the 2005 Grammy Awards. Problem is, the photo which accompanied the story is of Queen Elizabeth II. (That's old school.) One might wonder how such a mistake could happen. But it's Alabama -- they had one black woman on that web page already.
Thanks to Michael for the heads up.
.
Listening: "Girl" by Suicide from the album Suicide.
Heinrich von Kleist: Michael Kohlhaas (The Art of the Novella)
Geraldine Brooks: Nine Parts of Desire: The Hidden World of Islamic Women
Recent Comments