Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Listmania! 2005 - The Top 25 Albums of the Year... (and I'm so glad this fucking year is over)

After reading what feels like a thousand different bloggers’ best-of lists, I’ve realized what an utter waste of time this truly is. There’s nothing like the endless litany of critical evaluation (of the same 50 albums, but in different order) to make you wonder if you even like the music you claim to like… or if you just “like” it because you’re supposed to. The only difference between me and every other music critic out there is that I DON’T get paid to do this, and I actually DO pay for music. In other words, I am a fucking idiot. Also, there is no question that I’m too old to have a blog.

I do hope that you listen to some of these albums, because many of them seem quite good and music is nice. But this is probably the last time I do this. You either like stuff or you don’t. List is just another word for nothin’ else to do.

25. Kaiser Chiefs – Employment
24. Dead Meadow – Feathers
23. Broken Social Scene – Broken Social Scene
22. Vitalic – OK Cowboy
21. Doves – Some Cities
20. The Raveonettes – Pretty in Black
19. Deerhoof – The Runners Four
18. Franz Ferdinand – You Could have It So Much Better…
17. Kanye West – Late Registration
16. The Magic Numbers – The Magic Numbers
15. Stephen Malkmus – Face the Truth
14. Ladytron – Witching Hour
13. M83 – Before the Dawn Heals Us
12. Maximo Park – A Certain Trigger
11. Art Brut – Bang Bang Rock n Roll

10. Spoon – Gimme Fiction

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For the second year running, a band I thought I disliked releases a 360-degree-turner. Last year it was Modest Mouse. Now it’s Spoon’s turn. After hearing “Me and the Bean” from their 2001 Girls Can Tell album, it seemed clear that Britt Daniels’s raspy voice and earnest self-importance were the stuff yawns are made of. Then came Gimme Fiction. First of all, the band has loosened the hell up. “I Turn My Camera On” and “Was It You?” are funky. Funky. (The latter also sounds exactly like a Brian Eno song, circa 1977.) It’s an eclectic, entertaining effort from a band that no longer takes itself too seriously. Hey, with music it’s nice to be proved wrong about this kind of thing… ‘cause the final result is one more band you get to like. Everybody wins.
Standouts: “I Turn My Camera On,” “I Summon You”

9. Sufjan Stevens – Illinois
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A full album about each of the 50 states is one hell of an ambitious undertaking. It also runs the risk of being really goddamn precious and boring. Plus the songwriter likes to reference his own Christianity. And, frankly, after the first few times I heard some of these songs… well it all seemed a little Polyphonic Spree. Look, anyone who knows me can tell you that “heartfelt religious songs about Geography” does not appear in the “Interests” section of my Friendster profile. So, even though it’s about my home state, I’m still more than a little surprised by how good the overall album is. Like Arcade Fire’s Funeral, Illinois is a serious grower… but at 24 songs and almost 90 minutes in length, it takes considerably more growing time. The bottom line is this: Stevens is a scary genius and he just might have 50 states’ worth of songs in him.
Standouts: “Come On! Feel the Illinoise!” “Casimir Pulaski Day”

8. Stars – Set Yourself On Fire
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Set Yourself on Fire made a lot of best-of lists last year, but that’s only because music nerds are so willing to buy stuff on import. Penny-pinchers who insisted on the domestic release had to wait until this March to sample yet another Great Canadian Album. (What’s up with the Great White North all of a sudden? Is it the Moosehead beer? Is it because Celine Dion moved to Las Vegas? That would explain the corresponding drop in the quality of American music.) Whatever… the point is that this is some seriously high-quality twee-rock. Fantastic girl-boy vocals, lots of strings (mostly synthesized), and great lyrics (“This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin;” “Twenty years of sleep before we sleep forever”) add up to the album equivalent of the well-read, librarian-glasses-wearing indie-cutie who would never condescend to date you.
Standouts: “Your Ex-Lover Is Dead,” “What I’m Trying to Say”

7. Annie – Anniemal
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I already used the “Kylie it’s okay to like” line, and it’s left me with precious little material. Anniemal is an unabashed party album, dripping with Northern-European cuteness and fantastic hooks. That the opening track is called “Chewing Gum” speaks volumes about its tooth-rotting appeal; borrowing equally from Tom Tom Club, Madonna, the Norwegian indie-rock scene, and traditional Continental house music, Annie has created the ideal soundtrack for “Cocktail Party: Martini #4.”
Standouts: “Heartbeat,” “Chewing Gum,” “Me Plus One,” “The Greatest Hit”

6. Wolf Parade – Apologies to the Queen Mary
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Was it Johnson & Johnson who reminded us “you never get a second chance to make a first impression?” Well it’s true. As a subway commuter, it’s often difficult for me to get past the first five songs of whatever new album I get. (This is one reason I’ve become less interested in “complete albums” as “artistic statements”… I ain’t got time for your smarty book-readin’ music.) So, it’s important (to me) that albums, you know, hit the ground running. Well Apologies to the Queen Mary hits the ground… and then punches you in the stomach with a gigantic drum-beat and a dose of major lyrical weirdness. “I’ll build a house inside of you / I’ll go in through the mouth / I’ll draw three figures on your heart: / One of them will be me as a boy / One of them will be me / One of them will be me watching you run.” Uh… riiiiight. Gotcha. **Slowly backs out the door** Needless to say, Wolf Parade are Canadian. Anyway, it’s good weird. Kinda like Arcade Fire’s odd, more aggressive nephew.
Standouts: “You Are a Runner and I Am My Father's Son,” “Grounds for Divorce,” “I’ll Believe in Anything”

5. My Morning Jacket – Z
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Classic rock rules!! Um… Sorry. In all fairness, and with genuine love for the Jacket’s very real classic-rock vibe, it must be said that a number of different styles are trotted out on Z. In fact, if this were your fist MMJ album, you’d probably be mystified by all the Neil Young comparisons. Lead single “Off the Record” even sports a by-the-numbers reggae beat (although it doesn’t sound like reggae, thank Christ). The use of “concert hall” echo effects lends the vocals an eerie, alone-in-the-theater quality that belies many of the music’s arena-rock leanings, but that nice lighters-in-the-air feeling never really goes away.
Standouts: “Lay Low,” “Wordless Chorus,” “Off the Record”

4. M.I.A. – Arular
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Car commercials, professional sports venues, hipster dance parties, and UK pirate radio mashups. What do they all have in common? Tracks from M.I.A.’s Arular ruled ‘em all this year. Timbaland and Kanye together couldn’t carry this album’s lunchbox in 2005. The bass-n-bongo combo in “Bucky Done Gone” alone could solve the energy crisis if we can just find a way to convert cars from “petrol” to “phat beats.” Dancehall, house, hip-hop, bhangra, UK garage… grime may have been this year’s darling subcategory, bit this album was a subcategory all its own.
Standouts: “Bucky Done Gone,” “10 Dollar,” “Galang”

3. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah – Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!
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Did someone say “weird?” Actually, CYHSY! is a conventionally brilliant rock album… it’s just that Alec Ounsworth’s singing voice makes early David Byrne sound like Burl Ives. Once you get used to it (assuming you can), you can settle into a set of fantastic songs. The David Byrne comparison is apt (if deeply unoriginal), as are comparisons to Neutral Milk Hotel (a la Pitchfork) and the Feelies (a la AllMusic.com). Yet the music itself, considered apart from the lyrics, is far more expansive than that of its esteemed art-rock predecessors, and far less concerned with being “quirky.”
Standouts: “The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth,” “Let the Cool Goddess Rust Away,” “In This Home on Ice”

2. Bloc Party – Silent Alarm
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Look, if you haven’t heard this yet then you probably don’t give a shit about music anyway. Just keep listening to Top 40 radio and don’t even worry about it.
Standouts: “Banquet,” “Like Eating Glass,” “She’s Hearing Voices,” “So Here We Are”

1. LCD Soundsystem
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Party album of the decade? Well, it’s up there with Stankonia and Franz Ferdinand anyway. James Murphy is a genius and the ultimate black-belt master of the cowbell.
Standouts: “Daft Punk Is Playing at My House,” “Tribulations,” “Too Much Love,” “On Repeat,” “Disco Infiltrator”… all of it, really

So there you have it. Enjoy.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Mr. Pibb + Red Vines = Crazy Delicious!

The Listmania! album list is in the pipe, but in the meantime y'all jive turkeys best check out A Charlie Brown Kwanzaa.

You should also watch "Lazy Sunday." (Chris Parnell is totally underrated.)

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

LISTMANIA! 2005 - The Top 25 Singles of the Year

A great single is a funny thing. First off, unlike a great album, a truly great single still reserves the right to be utterly stupid. (This notion, however, is not to be confused with claims to "guilty pleasure." There is only pleasure. If you feel guilty about what songs you like, then you a) care too much about what other people think, b) are a practicing Catholic, or c) listen to Mariah Carey.) Unlike the album, which snobs like to consider an "art," singles are allowed--nay, encouraged--to appeal to our immediate and often base appetites. The instant gratification of sugary pop, the involuntary ass-shaking of summer's hottest groove, the fist-pumping mob mentality of the rock anthem... none requires intellectual engagement. Deep thoughts are always tolerated, but at the singles party, no jacket is required. This idea of pleasure separated from "curated" value, however, means that the critical evaluation of the hit (or shoulda-been-a-hit) single is an even more subjective undertaking than an album review (if that's even possible).

I have decided to use this to my advantage: I'm only gonna talk about why these singles were so great if I have something to share. Some of them I just, you know, like. So a few appear without much in the way of commentary. Still, I hope you're encouraged to seek out songs you haven't heard (and iTunes has pretty much negated your ability to be a lazy shit in this regard). I also hope you violently disagree, can't believe I forgot that song, or get inappropriately excited when you feel the same way about one of these tunes. Because that makes you someone who cares a little too much about music... and that, friend, makes me want to buy you a beer.

(A procedural note... these are "singles" in the strict sense. Each selection was released on CD, 7", 12", or MP3 as a single in the year 2005.)

The 25 best singles of 2005, in ascending order:

25. Franz Ferdinand – "Do You Want To"
I would have given anything to like this song more than I do, but it's just not as... smart as their other stuff. Now I don't mean "intelligent" or (god fucking forbid) "difficult." I mean it's not as bloody Britishly clever as their best stuff. That said, it's got a good beat, and I can bug out to it.

24. The Weird Sisters - "Do the Hippogriff"
You'd think this song from the last Harry Potter soundtrack would be notable only for its famous contributors (Pulp's Jarvis Cocker and Radiohead's Johnny Greenwood) and the fact that some dipshit band from Canada tried to sue over it (they're called the Wyrdd Sisters, or something). But surprise! That old wizard magic must've kicked in, because this is actually a really fun dance tune. Anyone know if there's a Hippogriff dance yet?

23. The Futureheads – "Hounds of Love"
Kate Bush fans tend to balk at this tighter, more (wait for the critic word) "angular" take on her 1990 original. Kate Bush fans also tend to prefer flowing dresses and mime and organic teas. Take that as you will.

22. Louis XIV - "Finding Out True Love Is Blind"
They push the drunken cool-guy misogyny thing a little far, but this is still a shit-hot little rocker. An excellent song to put on when you feel like drinking, drugging, and swearing like a British teenager (even though they're from San Diego).

21. Art Brut – "Good Weekend"
See above, only with much better musicians and a lead singer so cool he actually talks all the lyrics. And that makes it better.

20. The Bravery – "An Honest Mistake"
Every year there's a "dance in your underwear like a teenage girl" song. This was definitely it. The "feud" between The Bravery and The Killers made both bands easy to despise (no one want to watch a sissy-fight), and seeing these guys in concert nearly put me in a murderous rage... but I suppose the fact that this catchy little bastard actually transcends the band's overwhelming wankiness says a lot.

19. Morningwood – "Nth Degree"
The lead singer is hot in a plus-sized hipster kinda way, and she's really into showing off her cleavage. Also, the music is very good. But mostly the lady is pretty.

18. Ladytron - "Destroy Everything You Touch"
Seriously, no other band makes great electronic dance tracks sound as effortless as these kids do. Are they even trying?

17. Arctic Monkeys - "(I Bet that You) Look Good on the Dancefloor"
No band deserves this much hype, but this number is quite fun.

16. Stephen Malkmus – "Baby Come On"
Stevie Baby could read his goddamn laundry list and 1,000 guys in glasses would pay $30 for the 7". Luckily, Stevie Baby keeps making amazing solo albums that actually get slept on because they don't sound exactly like a certain now-defunct band. Someday Malkmus will be known as a genuine guitar god. For now he can just keep releasing these summery stoner jams.

15. Bloc Party – "So Here We Are"
Angry British band known primarily for "rocking" and "integrity" and "hating Capitalism" turns out a beautiful love song with lots of ringing guitars and melancholy. Put this on a mix for anyone you have a crush on and they will instantly find you soulful, sincere, and irresistable.

14. Kaiser Chiefs - "Everyday I Love You Less And Less"
"I Predict a Riot" was also good, but this has a better beat and a much better title. Chuck Taylors + 7 beers + dancefloor = this song.

13. Vitalic – "My Friend Dario"
The OK Cowboy album was actually disappointing after the promise of Vitalic's "Poney" and "La Rock" singles, with the major exception of "My Friend Dario." And, come to think of it, this track may have been on a prior 12" as well. Whatever. This song will kick your Suicide Girl ass. Call it "electroclash," "technowave," it just doesn't matter. This is the sound of doing coke off an android's black fingernail as you drive your spaceship into a wall. Only more fun.

12. Kanye West – "Gold Digger"
Not even Jamie Foxx could hurt this track. That's saying a lot, because dude is annoying. "Now I ain't saying she's a gold digger/but she ain't messin' with no broke nigga." Nice. Not that good lyrics in a Kanye song comes as any surprise (although his best "lyric" never appeared in any song, you dig?), but this shit is hilarious. And the goofy little synthesizer breakdown at the end is classic. As a good friend of mine once said, "The beat makes me horny."

11. Doves – "Snowden"
Um, this is just really cool and epic and inspirational sounding. Not Jesus inspirational. More like Coldplay if they weren't pouty wussies. Forget it. I can't explain this one.

10. Madonna – "Hung Up"
The criticisms of this single are valid: the actual music is about as original as Coolio's "Fantastic Voyage." It's someone else's song, fer chrissakes. BUT (and with Madonna, there's always a big but), have you listened to this? Like with good speakers? Stuart Price turned the bass and the fuzzy bottom to 11. Besides, the original ABBA tune was based on a fantastic hook. Remember that thing from before about singles having special stupidity dispensation? This track is stupid like a motherfuckin' fox! Look at everyone on the dance floor at 3:00 a.m. when this song gets mixed in and then try to tell me how "derivative" it is. I won't be listening to you; I'll probably have my shirt off and my hands in the air and some dude with a huge moustache will be stuffing amyl nitrate up my nose.

9. M83 – "Don’t Save Us from the Flames"
Now I can't remember who to credit with this observation (it was either Tye or Peter), but this is like Pink Floyd meets My Bloody Valentine. Also, as with most of Air's material, somehow a thick French accent is an endearing asset.

8. Kelly Clarkson – "Since U Been Gone"
She's a cutie, she was supposed to accomplish nothing musically (so there were no expectations), and she isn't Clay Aiken. Kelly mixed these ingredients with a song that she obviously had no hand in writing and POW, instant super pop hit. It's also weird because a) Ted leo covered it, and b) it reminds me of a Pixies track because the chorus seems to come in at least a measure before you expect it. Like, why waste time with "verse" when you're so busy busting everybody's ass with your huge chorus?

7. Gwen Stefani – "Hollaback Girl"
You've heard it. Duh. You either love it or you hate it. Pick one and move on.

6. M.I.A. – "Bucky Done Gone"
White hipstahs, this is your big chance to feel global, whut whut!! As a white hipster, I love this single because it makes me feel so globally multiethnic. In fact, I make no secret of the fact that I hate dancehall, but this song (and the whole damn album) has so much else going for it: house, hip hop, grime... all in one gargantuan packet. I cannot resist. I must become part of the crazy global village. It's ecotourism without leaving the home.

5. LCD Soundsystem – "Tribulations"
Every single track on this album could be a single in my top ten. But I didn't want an all-LCD Soundsystem list, so I just picked my absolute favorite one. Retarded good.

4. Spoon – "I Turn My Camera On"
Who woulda thought Britt Daniels, the most overly-serious-sounding indie-rock dude on earth, could be so funky? He drops the dirges and the raspy voice, puts on a falsetto, loosens up the bass, and turns into Austin's answer to Ike Turner. What could have been a true WTF moment instead becomes the best song of the year to do your hair to.

3. Maximo Park - "Graffiti"
Like the "dance in your underwear" song, every year there's one "perform in front of 50,000 people at Wembley Stadium" song. This is the one I would want to just belt out at 4:00 in the afternoon while a seething mass of pale soccer fanatics sings along in front of me and goes bonkers cuckoopants batshit. Kickass, lift-up-your-soul rock majesty.

2. Johnny Boy - "You Are the Generation That Bought More Shoes and You Get What You Deserve"**
Well obviously this is the best title of the year. It took me a long time to see what my friends Tye, Matt, and Lance were shitting their pants about, but (as I told Tye today) I've done a lot of growing up this year. I've really matured as a music appreciator, as a human, and as a fundamentalist Christian. Basically, you will like this if you like Phil Spector. Or songs with lots of "Yeah Yeah!" So, you'll probably like it unless you're dead (or maybe just deaf). **Just found out this was released in September of 2004. Oops... my bad. Lazy fact-checking.

1. TIE: Annie – "Heartbeat" / Bloc Party - "Banquet"
Not one word about how this is "cheating." You got a problem with the tie, you can either pretend this was a list of 26 singles, or you can make your own list and follow as many fucking rules as you want. I got no time for your "rules." Rules are not rock 'n' roll. Rules are for nuns, communists, and pastry chefs. Anyway, "Heartbeat" is such a perfectly crafted pop masterpiece that it's almost boring... but, obviously, it's not. Annie is constantly referred to as "the Kylie it's okay to like," and there's a lot of truth to that; it's highly danceable and has Euro street cred, but moms and girlfriends will like it too. And, really, that's as close to an "objectively" great single as you can get. Everyone can agree on its sheer radness and no one wants to change the channel on the car stereo (except that one psycho metalhead friend who's really into being "serious"... and no one's friends with that guy anyway because I just made him up). Anyway, it's sweet and fun and cool.

"Banquet," on the other hand, is not "sweet." It does, however, "kick ass." I refer all listeners to one thing in particular: listen to Matt Tong ride the hell out of the hi-hat during the chorus. I know, it's very specific, but do it. It's crazy. This song is just so effing driven. It's propulsive. It's like a great hardcore song, but with better lyrics and a disco beat. Two enthusiastic thumbs up.

One final note, and I've been subject to this criticism in the past: I wish I listened to more hip-hop. I'm open to suggestions. In fact, all replies, arguments, counter-proposals, helpful hints, and daily affirmations are encouraged and appreciated. (One preemptive response: Yes, Matt and Lance, I realize there are no Babyshambles songs on this list. Get over it.) The album list is forthcoming. Luckily, I'm only writing about 10, so your eyeballs won't melt out of your head.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Holy Convergence, Batman

A startling coincidence: Yesterday I blogged about Flea's Lakers blog (meta??), today I purchased the new Chuck Klosterman book. Later today, at ESPN.com, I happened upon a Chuck Klosterman artlcle about the Lakers. Spooky. Now I shall play the lottery.
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...and you're under arrest, too.

Hott-shit disco dancer, former Lindsay Lohan stud-candy, and close personal friend of the new Mr. Demi Moore, Wilmer Valderrama has been tapped to star in the plum role of Officer Francis "Ponch" Poncherello in a big-screen adaptation of the avant-garde 70s television classic CHiPs. (Now that was a long and snarky sentence.) Can Fez hope to fill the studly leather macho boots of Eric Estrada? No, but watching him try will be worth $10.75 at the local googleplex. (And check the management's professional Photoshop skillz.)

Watch this wonderful holiday video starring our beloved Sarah Silverman: "Give the Jew Girl Toys"

CBGB has been saved... momentarily. The "punk" landmark will close in 2006. (Don't wanna register at NYTimes.com? Read about it at Bitchfork.)

America's Next Top Model, the guiltiest motherfuckin' pleasure that ever done guilted, concluded last night. For the first time ever, the winner was someone I would happily sleep with.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Online Celebretopia

Stereogum has a brief on William Shatner's iTunes playlist... and it's all Shat tunes! How can anybody not love that crazy bastard? Just watch the penal colony scenes from Srar Trek VI and you will understand. He's the greatest american comic since Andy Kaufman. Performance art, bitches!

Despite Kobe Bryant's tendency to hog the ball, hoist 30 shots a game, and, possibly, rape hotel employees...

Wait, let's start over.

Despite Kobe Bryant's existence, I am a dedicated L.A. Lakers fan. Not so dedicated, it appears, as Flea. The only interesting Chili Pepper has a blog at NBA.com, and it's insanely Lakers-centric and pretty funny.

Another of my enthusiasms is Kim Stolz, who was recently eliminated from America's Next Top Model contention. You may know Kim better as "the really hot lesbian with the cute little fauxhawk." Anyway, she's interviewed in this week's Village Voice.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Parental Neglect

No, you haven't been forgotten. Posts are down due to day-job stress, level-10 hangovers, and the fact that no one has sent me anything funny or worthwhile in some time (except that thing about gorilla nipples... thanks, Robbb).

Anyway, *bitter defeat* is gearing up for LISTMANIA! 2005, so stay tuned.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

COCO BEWARE!!

Music news au-go-go!

Least surprising music scoop of the year? NME interested in selling copies?? No!!

In case you thought Yeah Yeah Yeahs were overrated... well, that would make you a big ugly dipshit. (Sorry... the management proudly supports concept albums and microphone-fellating art banshees.)

Here's 1,000 free mp3s of cheesy songs (including Billy Ocean's "Get out of My Dreams, Get into My Car"). Lots of ABBA! Be sure to read the instructions at the top. [via Stereogum]

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Science Is Fun

50% of my relationships explained by science!

Speaking of finding people attractive... since only four people decided to participate in the last post (and, in retrospect, it was a fairly stupid question), entire quotes have been included below. Oh and thanks for all your help (you lazy bunch of twats). Sincerely, The Yearbook Staff.

Peppermint Patty sez: "The first time I had sex with a girl...it would have been [Led Zeppelin's] "Tangerine." Or...ew, it might have been Edie Brickell, i'll have to think about it. Better yet, I won't."

The Milkman sez: "If memory serves [god, i've drunk too much this life] it was Miles Davis's album Kind of Blue."

Tina sez: "First Time: Collective Soul - "Run." From the acclaimed Dosage album. You may also remember it as the theme song to the James Vanderbeek film Varsity Blues. First Time in Frat House: Dave Matthews Band."

And finally, a story that has little to do with the question, and is probably better off for it...

Sheryl Swoopes sez: "I have never had a "first" of any kind to music. I do, however, have a related story to offer in support of such a noble cause:

One day during my junior year of college, MTV arrived on Columbia's campus to interview students about their musical preferences for intimate moments. This was a shining moment for me to do what I do best: make a complete fool of myself. I confidently declared that I enjoy having sex while listening to Outkast. Something about how "the beat makes me horny" or another equally stupid filler sentence. I thought this was hilarious at the time, not so when it showed up two weeks later on TRL for millions of tweens to laugh at."

Finally, for the record, I'm pretty sure I was listening to The Doors' "The Crystal Ship" the first time I did "It." Jesus, high school students have really shitty taste.

Friday, November 18, 2005

gone_fishin

Off to Miami for the Thanksgiving holiday. Have fun in whatever cold place you live in, bitches.

This off week is the ideal time for you to participate in a fun *bitter defeat* activity. What song was playing the first time you made whoopie? Answers get posted here whenever the hell I decide. Interesting narratives and bonus songs (first kiss, first anal, etc.) are also welcome. Also, you can think up a fake name or I'll make one up for you. You could write your answer in the comments section, but the post will probably be more fun if you e-mail your answers.

Also, don't just make up shit you think is funny because:

a) it isn't/you're not
b) I can tell

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Confessions of a Hype Victim

The hype is working. I can't get enough of Morningwood, Arctic Monkeys, and the new Madonna single. I don't even remember what "irony" means. I just want pretty things and cute people and sweet dance hooks. Am I turning into a 13-year-old girl?

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Was Woody Harrelson the Runner-Up?

People has bestowed their bittersweet "Sexiest Man Alive" honorific upon this man:

McConaugheyMatthew matt in jail

Of course, no one looks great in a mug shot, but you still have to wonder if the issue's editors were dipping into Mr. McConaughey's stash. Maybe he was voted in on the merits of his recent string of hit movies. On second thought... no.

Perhaps this lapse in judgement should come as no surprise. After all, in 1992 this guy won:

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Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Good Morning Meth!

Anyone catch Saturday Night Live this week? Jason Lee hosted.... opening sketch, "Good Morning Meth," was brilliant. Any chance anyone out there has video/stills?

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To answer some Jason Lee questions that came up this weekend...

YES, he is the only actor with a shoe named after him. (and no, Mr. Smart Guy, Michael Jordan does not count as an actor, Space Jam notwithstanding.) It was the Jason Lee pro model from Airwalk.

YES, he is a Scientologist. Sorry, Malibu.

YES, he did give his kid a crazy strange name: Pilot Inspektor Riesgraf Lee. However, the kid got its first name from a Granddaddy song, so that's kinda cool.

Unrelated...

A gross conflation of "cool" and "inappropriate."

And for some reason, the above article makes me think of a certain someone's new album.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Okay, Now I Care about Terrorism

Those Al-Qaeda douchebags killed Moustapha Akkad! It's not as if the management was pro-terrorism before, but there is much truth in David Cross's famous line: "You cannot win a war on terrorism. It's like having a war on jealousy... you ain't gonna win it." But now that the man who produced our beloved Halloween movies has been killed by a suicide bomber... that's it. The management is going to persuade some powerful Mufti to issue a fatwah condemning this whole terrorism thing. Something tells me the Qur'an (hell, just about any of the ahadith you've got lying around) is anti-suicide bombing. It's just a hunch. As of this moment, *bitter defeat* declares a jihad on suicide bombers; the management is now a mujahid.

(Ten bucks says my FBI dossier just got, like, seven times thicker.)

In related news, Bitchfork gave the new Babyshambles album a pretty good review. Things are getting interesting as LISTMANIA! 2005 approaches. Tonight's Art Brut show at Northsix may swing a few votes as well.

Melissa "Sabrina the Teenage Witch" Joan Hart dressed as Return of the Jedi slave Leia!! So hott. [via BoingBoing]

Also, do tinfoil hats really protect you from mind-control rays?

Have a nice weekend.

**UPDATE** The very definition of "mixed emotions": Fox cancels Arrested Development and 7th Heaven.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Oh Mercy. The Sheer Zeitgeist of It All

Finger placed squarely on the pulse, I saw a screening of Sarah Silverman's Jesus Is Magic last night. It was very funny, but didn't really live up to the brilliant trailer. (Find it yourself.) Also, whatever you do, don't read this Dana Goodyear profile of Silverman in The New Yorker. She basically gives away the punchlines to half the jokes in the film. Now that's crack journalism!

Monday was sweaty-hipster mosh night at Greenpoint's Club Exit, where Death from Above 1979 played a blistering set of their trademark "hipster metal." It was an amazing show. It's hard not to use the word "hipster" when you're talking about a Vice showcase on a Monday night, one neighborhood over from Williamsburg in a Polish dance club. The only things missing were a cocaine trough, a Sparks fountain, and an overpriced used-vinyl booth. Oh wait. That was my bar-mitzvah.

Moving on...

MySpace.com has started a record label. Perfect for those who love Emo and/or lonely European sluts.

A Petewatch by any other name would smell as sweet.

New White Stripes video directed by Michel Gondry. [via Stereogum]

Another great manipulated movie trailer. [Thanks, Suze]

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Anybody Got a Bigger Straw?

According to Greek mythology, upon crossing to the underworld the dead would drink from the river Lethe, instantly forgetting their former lives. Interestingly, those who drink from the river Thames have excellent memories, but find it hard to concentrate on one subject for long. They can become inordinately talkative, begin to crave cigarettes, and notice a marked reduction in appetite.

This has to be related somehow.

Apparently Teen Wolf has transferred to Earlsboro, OK.

Oh please Oh please Oh please

Finally, a new-feature proposal for Friendster:

An adorable new-ish feature allows Friendster users to send other Friendster users a "smile." Specifically, they receive the following message: "[Dick/Jane] has sent you a smile. [Dick/Jane] wants to brighten your day with a smile. Check out [Dick/Jane]'s profile and send a reply."

The proposal is simple. Obvious, even. People need more options; other sentiments, truer preformatted emotions, more creative emoticons. Here are some possibilities:

"[Dick/Jane] has sent you a middle finger. [Dick/Jane] finds you irritating and/or downright offensive and wants to express [his/her] disdain for you. Do nothing. Simply live with the knowledge that you are disliked."

"[Dick/Jane] has licked [his/her] lips and whistled at you. [Dick/Jane] is impressed by the [nice rack/bulge/ass] you're showing off in your profile image(s) and would sincerely appreciate the opportunity to break [him/her] off a piece of that."


For the more artistic types, "[Dick/Jane] has sent you a piece of [his/her] ear. [Dick/Jane] needs you to understand the intensity of [his/her] devotion to you. Check out [Dick/Jane]'s profile and perhaps purchase some artwork."

"[Dick/Jane] has sent you a restraining order. [Dick/Jane] feels threatened by your repeated advances and/or stalking and wants to get Friendster officials involved. You are hereby ordered to remain at least two degrees of Friends away from [Dick/Jane] at all times."
[Additional options: Why not an array of helpful legal documents? "[Dick/Jane] has filed a paternity suit" has a nice ring to it.]

[Dick/Jane] has just tossed your virtual salad. [Dick/Jane] has just added some real spice to your day by performing a deeply intimate and deliciously bawdy sexual act on you. Check out [Dick/Jane]'s profile and maybe return the favor with [a reacharound/cunnilingus/a hearty spanking]."

...and so on. It is precisely this kind of targeted interactivity and virtual community-building that will keep Friendster ahead of the online-network curve for years to come.

Monday, November 07, 2005

The Fire, She Has Gone Out

Posts are down to a trickle due to general listlessness and creeping apathy. (Just in time for election day tomorrow!)

While the management waits at the bus station for some Muse or other to arrive, tide yourself over with this marginally entertaining crap:

Just in time for basketball season: How to guard Teen Wolf.

The Physics of Cow Tipping. [via BoingBoing]

Friday, November 04, 2005

Is Paris Burning?

Get it?

(If not, here.)

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Randoms

If you're a fan of the genre, check out Nitsuh Abebe's historical overview of the twee/indie-pop scene. I'll be digging through my Jumprope and Rocketship 7"s tonight!

Even cuter: The Jesus Is Magic soundboard lets you listen to Sarah Silverman's voice whenever you want. [via Lindsayism]

Basketball fans will, as always, enjoy Bill Simmons's NBA Season Preview.

I wish this guy was my dad.

I'm glad this lady isn't my mom.

This just in: WAL-MART is not a cute and cuddly family of teddy bears. Holy shit... who knew? [Check out the Salon review]

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

November 2: National Deviled Egg Day (Really!)

Ready? Deep breath. November is...

International Drum Month, Peanut Butter Lover's Month, Slaughter Month (like, the band Slaughter??), National Adoption Month, Diabetes Awareness Month, National Family Caregiver Month, Aviation History Month, Child Safety and Protection Month, Diabetic Eye Disease Month, Good Nutrition Month, International Creative Child and Adult Month, National Raisin Bread Month, National Moral Indignation Month, Jewish Book Month, National Alzheimer's Disease Month, National Epilepsy Month, National Hospice Month, National Stamp Collecting Month, One Nation Under God Month (BOOOOO!!), National Christmas Seal Month (November??), National Pepper Month, Real Jewelry Month, National Novel Writing Month, American Indian & Alaska Native Heritage Month, Great American Smokeout, Healthy Skin Month, Jaw Joints/TMJ Awareness Month, Lung Cancer Awareness Month, Marrow Awareness Mont, Pancreatic Cancer Awareness Month, Prematurity Awareness Month, and Pulmonary Hypertension Awareness Month.

Actually, that makes November pretty damn boring.

Monday, October 31, 2005

Special Halloween Edition: Expert's Guide to the Ten Levels of Hangover

No Sunday morning is complete without a 1:30 p.m. pre-brunch assessment of one's hangover. Will I make it to brunch? Do I have enough energy to make it to the bathroom? Will chicken wings cure me? How many bloody marys/mimosas/beers will I require in order to feel human once again?

It is also important that you be able to communicate your fragile condition to those closest to you. Specifically, your brunch counterparts, your parents (who inevitably choose late Sunday morning to call you), and your bartender/waitress/emergency-room nurse. These various loved ones and caretakers must be able to determine the amount of coddling/admonishment/alcohol to provide you with in order to make you whole (or, at least, semi-functional) once again. This handy ten-point hangover scale makes it that much easier to ask for the help you require... with a minimum of loud and energy-depleting talk.

LEVEL 1
Really not a "hangover" at all. You were drinking last night (probably just a few beers) and this morning you are thirsty and a little groggy. While you would prefer to avoid, say, bright sunlight and loud construction sites, you're really just one slice of toast and a glass of ginger ale away from feeling 100%. Even mentioning a hangover right now makes you a sixteen year-old girl. From Connecticut.

LEVEL 2
You consumed at least two mixed drinks last night, but you were in bed fairly early and you drank plenty of fluids. Your stomach is a little queasy and there is a nagging pressure at the base of your skull. Basically, only wussy girls would even mention a level two... unless you drank like a sailor, and now you're bragging about how little your hangover is. This will disappear within a half hour.

LEVEL 3
Now we're getting somewhere. Level three usually appears more serious at first; simply getting out of bed and into the shower makes the level three more manageable. Terrible taste in mouth begins here and headache is more noticeable. Desire for eggs and bloody mary is clear immediately upon regaining consciousness. Generally dissipates within the hour, or after one cocktail.

LEVEL 4
Traditionally, the four is the first level at which the sufferer begins to make comments like, "I have a hangover," or the more dramatic, "Dude, I am totally hung over." This is now acceptable. The four is still responsive to shower/mobilization therapy, but headache and terrible taste in mouth will persist for at least two hours or until the first cocktail. Also, the four introduces general nausea.

LEVEL 5
The next plateau. From five to seven, your destiny is largely in your own hands. Level fluctiation is common at this point, and depends largely upon your general professionalism. Get thee to a brunch, stat. If work is in the cards, proceed to the nearest sausage biscuit beforehand. Subjectivity takes over in the middle of the scale: tough guys call a seven a five, wussies call a five a seven. Here are some reliable indicators: does food still sound good? Five. Would you like a beer? Five. Can you see sunlight without weeping? Five. Now get out of bed and open a beer.

LEVEL 6
Headache migration! Although the pain at the base of the skull persists, it is joined by the little man who jabs a pitchfork into the back of your eyeballs. Light makes him angrier. Noise too. You no longer "want" food, although you sense you might "need" it. You cannot drink beer or mimosas, but bloody marys are still palatable, and you can get up to drink one. Bacon and nachos are the only edible foods. You will probably drink in the shower.

LEVEL 7
Again, tough guys will gut out the seven, but most of us will require bed service for the first cocktail. Sunlight is initially unbearable, as is the thought of leaving bed. You will need to sit down in the shower, and puking will seem like a serious possibility at first. If you're working, you will be a little late and you will stare at the wall for at least one hour. Your headache is everywhere, teeth included. You will not eat until lunch, which will be McDonald's. On a weekend, you will need at least one cocktail before you can eat. You will wear your sunglasses at brunch and you will undoubtedly bitch about the service/other customers. Level seven sufferers spend the day breathing through their mouth and experiencing mild to severe acid reflux.

LEVEL 8
Level eight is traditionally when people take a half day off of work. Your headache is severe and seems to be affecting your eyesight. But the nausea is worse. The level eight sufferer will struggle for half the day with the will-I-won't-I vomit question. At some point, a smell will fill your mouth with saliva, but you'll only gag and sit down with your head betwen your knees. At level eight the men are separated from the boys; drinking sounds horrible, but you know it's the only answer. This is the highest level at which you have any control over your condition: It will take at least three cocktails to relieve the pain, and you'll never really feel yourself. Also, no matter how many times you brush your teeth, it will still taste like you ate a dead cat.

LEVEL 9
You are not going to work today. Welcome to vomitland. Generally, the level nine sufferer will feel unable to leave the bed until they realize that they are about to barf. You would puke even more, but you're this sick in the first place because you drank on an empty stomach last night. You are basically a retard. Dizziness, severe headache, disorientation, high heart rate, an aversion to the very thought of food, and a deep, profound regret all characterize this level. Eventually, water will stay down. Later on, ginger ale and possible bland solids are on the menu. There will be no leaving the house, although the couch in front of the TV is an afternoon possibility. You will feel like solid shit all day, and will still be sluggish the next day. Level nine sufferers spend a good portion of their day questioning their choice of lifestyle and friends. Alcohol consumption is basically impossible.

LEVEL 10
If you make it to the bathroom to puke, congratulations; the floor of the bathroom is where you will spend most of your day. By nightfall, you should be able to keep water down. That's it for eating today... in fact, try not to think about food. Concentrate on breathing. The level ten sufferer is a deeply pitiful creature. All the aforementioned symptoms will persist all day and night. A low-grade fever is likely. There is a chance you will dedicate your life to the church at some point during this day. Probably right after your puke starts to resemble precious bodily fluids. You will only be able to indicate your hangover level with a show of fingers, inspiring pity from even the most callous of your alcoholic friends. Things like "brunch," "the telephone," and "speaking" are way out of your league. You will consider mumbling "take me to the hospital" at least once. You will have a level three hangover the following day. You will not touch alcohol for at least 48 hours.


Friday, October 28, 2005

Excelsior!!

Hikaru Sulu, Captain of the USS Excelsior and former helmsman of the USS Enterprise, is one o' them gays.

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Hard to believe, right?

Thanks to everyone who sent me articles about this today. I love that you all thought of me when George Takei came out of the closet. It is pretty cool that he made the announcement in a G/L magazine called Frontiers. As in, "The final frontier." Nice work. Live long and prosper, you gay spaceman, you.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Ghoul's Night Out Redux

You want Halloween terror? Here you go:

Ghoul

Now that's scary. Luckily, GeeDubya has failed in his attempt to get Hollywood scream queen Harriet Miers onto the Supreme Court. Thus ends Miers's bid to sport the high court's most haggard visage since John Marshall Harlan.

The *bitter defeat* Halloween obsession is, again, well documented: from Samhain history to zombies to horror movie polls.

This year, inspired by The Onion AV Club's Definitive Halloween Mix List and the vastly superior, totally free, and easily downloadable Oddio Overplay Halloween Mix, Ghoul's with Attitude, I went into my iPod and compiled a Halloween mix of my own. **UPDATE** There is also a great 70-minute Halloween mix available from the WFMU blog. [via Stereogum]

Now keep in mind that this list was made using only music that was already on the iPod as of this morning. So let's not hear any "I can't believe you didn't think of..." This was 100% spontaneous listmaking. Of course I thought of "Bela Lugosi's Dead" and "Ghost Town." Duh. Here's the full playlist:

“I Heard a Frankenstein Lives There” – Ralph Wiggum
Hells Bells - AC/DC
Human Fly - Cramps
Halloween - The Misfits
(Ghost) Riders In The Sky - Johnny Cash
Raining Blood - Slayer
Twisted Nerve - Bernard Herrmann
Children Of The Grave - Black Sabbath
Lullaby - The Cure
The Killing Moon - Echo & the Bunnymen
Return Of The Fly - The Misfits
“Dying Tickles!” – Ralph Wiggum
Phenomena theme - Goblin
Halloween II - The Misfits
Angel Of Death - Slayer
Boris The Spider - The Who
Highway To Hell - AC/DC
Sabbath Bloody Sabbath - Black Sabbath
Dead Souls - Joy Division
Shout At The Devil - Mötley Crüe
Veil Of Blood (Scream Bloody Murder) - Blood Farmers
Mother - Danzig
Psycho Killer - Talking Heads
Lost World - Lydia Lunch
Enter Sandman - Metallica

Huh. Who knew I had so much heavy metal? In that spirit, check out this Halloween interview with Slipknot's Corey Taylor. Gotta love bands that help put food on my table. Buy more Roadrunner Records, people! And in case there's no post tomorrow... HAVE A GENUINELY DISTURBING HALLOWEEN!

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

The Hills Are Alive with Celibate Cries

Fellow Secret Square Tye recently interviewed Weezer's Rivers Cuomo for AOL Music. (The story was picked up by Reuters, too.) Apparently, like Morrissey before him, lil' Rivers has taken a vow of celibacy. Luckily, Cuomo's brand of mind-boggling self-absorption has a hip Eastern vibe: there's no zooma-zoom-zoom in his boom-boom because all the lust interferes with his meditation.

If he keeps this up, Cuomo will join Cat "Yusef Islam" Stevens, Polly Styrene, Al Green, Prince, Michael Jackson, and many others in the League of Great Musicians Whose Careers/Music Turned to Shit Right About When They Got All Spiritual. (To be fair, Polly Styrene quit making music completely upon becoming a Jehova's Witness.) Now, it is not my intention to deride spirituality. It's just that Cuomo's self-described spiritual progression corresponds directly with the decreasing quality of Weezer's music. The great irony is that these artists always claim that their new beliefs/pursuits enrich their music. They are incorrect in most cases. Greater self-awareness and maturity are wonderful things, but they tend to inspire somewhat tepid rock 'n' roll.

Fun with blogs: Who can think of other musicians who quit/declined following a major spiritual awakening?

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

At least he won't have to eat in the Frank Gehry cafeteria anymore.

Heartless media giant Conde Nast has canned nice-guy bloglebrity Andrew Krucoff. It's all over Gawker today, as it is kinda-sorta their fault (but not really). In addition to supplying us with an endless supply of free punk mp3s, Señor Krucoff is the nicest guy I ever sat next to during a focus group. Really.

I'm boycotting Vanity Fair because of this. Oh, and also because of, you know... the whole being a shitty magazine thing. [Thanks for the tip, Lane.]

Friday, October 21, 2005

Everybody Loses

If the eulogies are to be believed, Tale of Two Cities is calling it quits. Today will mark both the final Half-Nelson Report and the site's last Blue States Lose column. Luckily, Blue States Lose will apparently be moving to a popular site that "begins with a "G," ends with an "R" and almost, almost rhymes with motherfucker." Let's observe a quick moment of silence. Okay, done.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

*bitter defeat* Finds Religion... and Sticks It to The Man

Specifically, the management now endorses the Church of Reality. [via BoingBoing]

While we're on the topic of probable Christian heresy, Goblin Cock is another entity worthy of your adulation. If there's any doubt in your mind, perhaps you should consider their album cover:

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The Killers, who are most certainly not capable of inspiring religious zeal in anyone other than Ultragrrrl, are releasing a "boxed set" of treasured B-sides, rarities, remixes... whatever. Most inessential release of the year? Probably. You are urged to avoid supporting this band. In two years they will be remembered only for the dubious achievement of making The Bravery look macho.

Can a dress code be racist? Duh. Sure. What if the dress code required that everyone wear t-shirts proclaiming, "White People Are Smarter than Minorities."? Stupid question! Okay, so is the NBA's new dress code racist? Well that's a much better question. The answer? Yeah, pretty much. Stephen Jackson thinks it's racist. And Phil Taylor thinks it's borderline. One thing's for sure: It's profoundly stupid. Like Allen Iverson's not working the thug-life vibe if you stick the dude in a suit? It's a basketball court, not a court appearance.

Right now, AI is the odds favorite to get the first fine for throwing off his slave clothes. Shit, the whole league should violate the rule in solidarity. Why should anyone be told what not to wear in order to appease white suburban audiences? The answer: because it's a business, and whitey has all the money. Ah, but the rejoinder: the dress code will have absolutely zero effect on the league's image problem. Why? Because dressing everyone all uptight with no gold chains and do-rags won't change the fact that ballhog assholes like Kobe Bryant and Allen Iverson make the game more boring. Nor will it change the fact that many ballplayers keep getting pulled over with guns and QPs of dope. Nor will it reduce the startling number of illegitimate NBA babies all over the goddamn place. Making these guys look a little less "street" when they give interviews won't change the fact that it's hard to root for some dude who suddenly got millions of dollars at age 18, has no concept of team basketball, and has no idea how to behave like a normal person.

This dress code does nothing more than reinforce the utterly moronic notion that scary negroes are the reason the NBA has an image problem. Newsflash: fuckups are the reason the NBA has an image problem. There just happen to be more blacks in the NBA, so your sample idiot population is skewed. Dress it up any way you want... "asshole" knows no color. Thick-necked racists will still have a problem with those ghetto-fabulous basketball players no matter what you do. In the end, this dress code will only help alienate the young people who make up the league's future consumer base.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Coming Soon to an Immune System in You

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GiantMicrobes are the cutest thing to happen to communicable disease and human suffering since... uh... okay, they are the first cute thing to happen to communicable disease and human suffering. Anyway, you should visit the site and buy yourself an adorable plush flesh-eating bacterium. Or perhaps your very own huggable syphillis. Bad breath? Pimples? Hepatitis? e.coli? They all want your love and affection. I first came across these little guys while walking through the new SAFE exhibition at MoMA (aka, the management's day job), and I've desperately wanted chlamydia ever since.

Speaking of things falling off your body, some fun zombie news popped up in today's edition of The Onion. (The *bitter defeat* obsession with all things shambling and undead is well documented.) The management recommends this invaluable and very funny guide to full zombie-attack preparedness. The author is apparently Mel Brooks's son.

**WARNING** The following is sexist.

I don't care is she is a former Playboy Playmate, the St. Pauli girl is supposed to have large breasts!

Monday, October 17, 2005

Night of the Swedish Acid Muppets

Saw Dungen Saturday night at the Bowery Ballroom...very groovy. Lots of psychedelic groves and Black Sabbath guitars and Swedish lyrics. As my partner in Swedishness Aimee pointed out, the lead singer was like a crazy muppet. Plus, the dude was rocking out on the flute with wild-ass Robert Plant hair flying all over the place. Two thumbs way up for the Scandinavian freak rock.

First the good news: Chewbacca has finally attained U.S. citizenship.

Now the bad news: The new single from INXS Part Deux enjoyed the band's highest chart debut ever. This despite being fronted by some total ass they "won" on a reality show.

America. Such an enigma. We show such poor and limited taste... and then we grant citizenship to an 8-foot-tall Wookie with a laser crossbow. (Actually, he'll fit right in in Texas.)

**Worse news: American Analog Set is breaking up. Sucks.

Friday, October 14, 2005

I Think Noah's Ark Just Went By

Day eight of nonstop rain. There is something to this whole Seasonal Affective Disorder thing; all I've wanted to do since about Wednesday morning is eat carbohydrates and slap the shit out of anyone who looks at me crosswise.

In between bouts of spontaneous sobbing and the long minutes spent curled up under my desk in a fetal position, I couldn't help but notice that it's a pretty slow news day. Probably because everyone's so busy gathering two of each animal or pricing water wings. Hell, there isn't even any Blue States Lose today, because Tale of Two Cities seems to having bandwidth issues. That, or their servers are located in New Jersey, which is currently under water.

If this doesn't clear up by tomorrow, the management recommends rowing a canoe to the nearest tanning salon and holing up for the apocalypse. At least you'll die bronzed and cheerfull. Good luck.

HERE'S WHAT MANHATTAN WILL LOOK LIKE TOMORROW

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

"Your shitty music is making me barf, Loggins!"

You really must watch Yacht Rock immediately.

How do the people at Channel 101 do it? First The 'Bu, then House of Cosbys, and now this. Color me impressed.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Short + Self Important + Stupid Sunglasses = Bono

Fellow Secret Square Tye got us free floor tickets to Friday night's U2 show at Madison Square Garden. The show was... pretty cool. Good light show and Edge is a genuinely fun guitarist to watch. The crowd, on the other hand, was a complete mess. I've never seen so many white people in one place. Lots of thick necks, baseball hats, vapid girlfriends, and (this is the saddest part) U2 shirts. Like, no way, dude... you like U2??? Me too!! Let's hug!! It was "that guy" times 25,000. When the twit next to me tried to start a "Let's Go Yankees" chant, it was time to go. And Bono's whole rocker-with-a-cause schtick needs to go back in the closet with his leather vest and cowboy hat. His chants and speeches and constant, moronic pandering to "New York City!!" were embarassing.

So, basically, it was exactly what you would imagine a U2 concert to be like. Like, picture a U2 show in your head... okay! Now you've seen U2 in concert. And you saved $60. Let's hug.

**UPDATE** THE NEXT U2 ALBUM COVER

Friday, October 07, 2005

Frizziday... blah, blah, blah

The two most dangerous words in the English language? "Open" and "bar." The worst part? Fucking McDonalds stops selling breakfast at 10:30, so sausage biscuit procurement is now an impossibility. Assholes.

Luckily, it's Friday, which can mean only one thing...BLUE STATES LOSE.

In totally random news, Morrissey has named his new album. It will be called Ringleader Of The Tormentors. Uh...yyyyyyeah...ohhkay.

Have a great weekend. This will help.

**UPDATE** Is there no justice? Bono didn't get the Nobel Peace Prize. Shocker. (Remember kids, October is Sarcastics Month!)

Thursday, October 06, 2005

But What About Zamfir?

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Please study the above flowchart. You may be tested on it later.

After some intensive detective work (entirely on the part of others), this useful bit of wisdom was traced back to Toothpaste for Dinner. Coming soon to a right-hand navigation bar near you. [Thanks Siobhann and Hilary]

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

The New Voice of Indie Rock: A Draught of Vinegar, or a Fine Whine?

With the increasing popularity (among indie-yuppies and bloggers, anyway) of such bands as Modest Mouse, The Arcade Fire, Death Cab for Cutie, and Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, one cannot help but wonder: has the nasal whine of "quirky" vocalists reached critical mass? What was once a mark of distinction—a kind of vocal iconoclasm, if you will—has suddenly become the indie-rock calling card du jour. Despite obvious talent and the chops that come with playing in bands for most of your life, many of today's indie it-bands are bordering on self-parody thanks primarily to singers who warble away on the tattered edges of listenability.

Some would blame Neil Young's nasal, off-key kettle whistle for pushing the envelope this far. Others, perhaps, would point fingers at the art-punk chirping of early David Byrne, Television's Tom Verlaine, and even The Only Ones' Peter Perrett. And they would, in part, be correct. But while those early pioneers of borderline-annoying singing could sometimes drive neighborhood canines to suicide or give rise to spontaneous migraines amongst the club-going faithful, they also poured on frightening heaps of brash originality.

But that ship has set sail. When 60% of the indie rock community begins to sound like a swarm of mosquitoes with a severe head cold, the originality defense flies out the window. Why, then, are we shoveling endlessly fawning reviews upon "offbeat" geniuses who make a point of sounding like shit?

There is, of course, a question of degree. Modest Mouse's Isaac Brock, for example, may spend half of his time yelping like a falsetto mental patient, but he is, for the most part, a competent middle-range singer. (The same cannot be said for his lawsuit-worthy sound-alikes in Wolf Parade and The Helio Sequence, to name only two.) And while the Shins' James Mercer certainly prefers the higher ranges, he is consistently on-key and hardly ever cringe-inducing. Indeed, as any Radiohead fan will tell you, hitting the high notes is no sin in itself.

Yet consider the varying aural offenses of Alec Ounsworth (Clap Your Hands Say Yeah), Jeff Magnum (Neutral Milk Hotel), Doug Martsch (Built to Spill), Jason Lytle (Granddaddy), Dean Wareham (Luna/Galaxie 500), an countless others. Must all our indie heroes sound like wailing babies, jerking spastics, and career cold-remedy purchasers? And why, by all that is holy, add the sin of intentional wussiness to already reedy pipes? We're looking directly at you, Ben Gibbard and Colin Meloy! If you want to sound like you've suffered a swift and emasculating kick to the codpiece, there are many heavy metal bands who would be more than willing to oblige.

Of course this has much to do with the kind of temperament that draws musicians and listeners alike to the dark rooms and faded sweaters of indie rock. We are, in fact, a wimpy lot, prone to head colds, stomach aches, alcoholism, and overwrought love letters. But this is no excuse for the sudden ubiquity of "quirky nasal guy" vocalists. Where now are warm bassoes of the Magnetic Fields? What's Calvin Johnson doing? We don't need manlier men... Christ knows trogloditic chest-pounding is never the answer. What we need is some diversity. Only when whiny wailing returns to its role as one sub-generic strain of that massive non-category we call indie rock can our ears perk back up and our nosebleeds subside.

Let's all just take it down a notch before the riot grrrl bands start taking our lunch money.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Welcome to October, Bitches

Time marches on, and we have arrived in October already. The world keeps turning, Pete Doherty is detained in another drug raid, Lindsay Lohan will appear "nude" on the cover of Esquire or GQ (no discernable difference and no chance of a beaver shot anyway), yadda, yadda, yadda.

Aside from being the coolest month, thanks largely to turning leaves and the whole ghouls 'n' goblins vibe, October is also...

Halloween Safety Month (like Halloween Safety Month was going to be in fucking June?), National Celiac Awareness Month, Healthy Lung Month, Domestic Violence Awareness Month, National Family Sexuality Education Month(???), National Disability Employment Awareness Month, National Popcorn Popping Month, Adopt-A-Dog Month, Computer Learning Month, National Apple Jack Month, National Car Care Month, National Clock Month, National Cosmetology Month, National Dessert Month, National Pickled Pepper Month, National Pretzel Month, National Sarcastics Month, National Seafood Month, National Kitchen and Bath Month, Vegetarian Awareness Month, Alternate History Month(???), Animals Aloud! Month, Billiard Awareness Month, Celebrate Sun Dried Tomatoes Month, Children's Magazine Month, Diversity Awareness Month, Eat Better, Eat Together Month, Emotional Wellness Month, Lesbian History Month, Go Hog Wild! Eat Country Ham Month, Head Start Awareness Month, Health Literacy Month, International Starman Month (I swear to god!), International Strategic Planning Month, Lupus Awareness Month, National Book Month, National Chili Month, National Communicate With Your Kids Month, National Construction Toy Month, National Cookie Month, National Crime Prevention Month, National Depression Education & Awareness Month, National Disability Employment Awareness Month, National Down Syndrome Month, National "Gain The Inside Advantage" Month (Uh, what?), National Go On A Field Trip Month, National Liver Awareness Month, National Long Term Care Planning Month, National Medical Librarian Month, National Orthodontic Health Month, National Physical Therapy Month, National Pork Month, National Reading Group Month, National Roller Skating Month (Go see Roll, Bounce, people!), National Seafood Month, National Spina Bifida Awareness Month, National Sudden Infant Death Syndrome Awareness Month, National Toilet Tank Repair Month, Discover America Month, Polish American Heritage Month, Positive Attitude Month, Rett Syndrome Awareness Month, Right Brainers Rule! Month, Self-Promotion Month, Spinach Lovers Month, Talk About Prescriptions Month, Women's Small Business Month, Workplace Politics Month, and National Physical Therapy Month.

*WHEW!* Jesus christ! That's a whole lotta month.

Friday, September 30, 2005

In a World...

Today is Friday. Today is also a breathtaking example of autumn being all cool and crisp and pretty and shit.

In the fine tradition of simply referring to other people's links on Friday, I give you...

SHINING
Watch immediately. [Link courtesy of Lindsayism]

And, as with every Friday...

BLUE STATES LOSE

**Music geek alert** You must be a music snob to appreciate the following nitpicking pathetic-ness:

Sometimes (okay, all the time) Bitchfork really sucks. This dude wrote an entire review of the new Children of Nuggets: Original Artyfacts from the Second Psychedelic Era 1976-1996 Rhino boxed set... and never used the phrase "power pop." Not once. WTF??

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Strange Penis Tales

Is today National Weird Penis Link Day? No? Well, it should be.

First, Amy Sedaris appears as an animated penis in "What the Heck Is Happening to My Genitals?" from the upcoming film Puberty: The Movie. [Link via Kittenpants]

Then, Lane sends me a bizarre link about the difficulties of having nine tentacles. The headline, "Suckers for gay trysts, fiery females and rough sex - squid secrets exposed," doesn't even cover it.

Let's try to keep 'em in our pants, people. Especially you, your honor!

Friday, September 23, 2005

Gracious in Defeat

Hey, it's Friday and the management is sorry to report... that there is nothing to report. Well, there is plenty to report. Kate Moss, a supermodel, did coke. Uh, I guess that's... news? And a busload of elderly Texan evacuees went up like a roman candle because a fire made their oxygen tanks start exploding. Never before has the line between tragedy and comedy seemed so thin.

But this is not a news site... this is a way to waste five minutes at work. Well, the management is willing to admit defeat. You don't belong here. I got nothin'. You belong where we all belong on Fridays. You belong at Blue States Lose, fool!

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Nothing is Kim-possible

The management would like to take this opportunity to officially endorse America's Next Top Model.

Having never seen the show before, last night's two-hour season premiere was a real eye-opener. First, the remarkably capable *bitter defeat* research team developed an ANToMo drinking game. The rules are simple. One must drink upon hearing the following words and phrases: "fierce," "work it," "bitch," and "America's Next Top Model." If you have seen the show, then you can imagine the devastating inebriation that resulted.

In addition, the show introduced Kim, the hottest chick alive. Kim's lesbianism only makes her more alluring. And no, it's not just because she makes out with other ANToMo hopefulls... although that doesn't hurt. Here, see for yourself:

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Suffice it to say, ANToMo will remain the management's #1 show until Kim is voted off. Smart money has her leaving in episode three due to basic non-model-ness and being way too cool for the show.

Oh yeah... the LOST season premiere sucked. It was just barely enthralling enough to pierce the thick haze of alcohol. That, frankly, is not difficult. Possible Shark Jumpage.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Bunnies!

The management has a thing for bunnies. Yeah, bunnies. Fuck you.

Anyway, this 200-foot-long pink bunny is amazing. It's like Christo and Jeanne-Claude, Jeff Koons, and Yoshitomo Nara had a giant cuddly child in the mountains of northern Italy. [Link via Tobyspinks]

Kate and Kevin, the genius designers at DresserJohnson, also have a live Bun-Cam of their bunny, Roebling. [It's a beta page, but it still works as of this afternoon.]

And let's not forget the Baltimore Urban Captive bunny.

Speaking of rabbit political prisoners, whatever happened to Toby??? Hmmmm... apparently he has just over one year to live.

"You Fuckin' Broke My Sitar!"

The Brian Jonestown Massacre done got they gear stole. It does not appear that any of Anton's sitars were taken, but five'll get you ten he still pitched a level-9 artiste tantrum.

Monday, September 19, 2005

The Epic Saga of a Long Weekend

Unless you've been living under a rock (or you live outside New York City... or maybe you're just not a blog-happy indie-yuppie), you've undoubtedly heard the glorious tale of David Bowie at the Arcade Fire show in Central Park last Thursday. (Many pics available at Brooklyn Vegan and the 'Gum mentioned it, too.) Anyway, it was pretty cool, although the sound at the Summerstage bandshell is seriously ass. Seeing bowie perform "Queen Bitch," regardless of who his backing musicians are, is pretty goddamn great, so it still gets a "Holy Shit."

Once again, Matt provides some photographic evidence:

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Next morning it was off to Baltimore for front-row, third base seats at the Orioles/Devil Rays game. (Unfortunately, a hazardous materials spill closed the New Jersey Turnpike in both directions, so we spent all day in the car.) Seats were this close to the field:

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Sarah met The Oriole...

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...on the way to the...

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Saturday was the Hampdenfest street fair in beautiful Hampden. Two... count em... two John Waters sightings. I also finally bought a copy of Dirty Found #1. There were also weird cars...

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...and captive urban animals

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Thursday, September 15, 2005

Not If You Were the Last Punk Club on Earth

Last night the Dandy Warhols did their game best to pay fitting tribute during what could be one of the last live performances at CBGBs. Courtney's voice was shot to hell, many of the best keyboard parts were inexplicably filled by a live trumpet player(!?), and a couple guitar strings went "pop," but it was a very good time nonetheless. Nice crowd, excellent vibe from the band, and teriffic sound. Plus they rocked "I Love You" (from The Dandy Warhols Come Down) so goddamn hard that it made the whole show worth it.

Zia McCabe closed the show by herself with the most adorable CBGB tribute imaginable: an a capella cover of the Velvet Underground's "After Hours." She was toally off key and got most of the words wrong. It was perfect. She did not, unfortunately, take her top off. (Zia has been known to perform topless in the past, just for the hell of it.) She is far and away the hottest rock chick on the planet.

Here are pix, courtesy of Matt:

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Also, as it may not be around much longer, marvel at the beauty of the CBGB men's toilet.

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Two other items:

Robert Wise died yesterday. In addition to directing The Day the Earth Stood Still, West Side Story, The Haunting, The Sound of Music, and, unfortunately, Star Trek The Motion Picture, Wise was also the editor of Citizen Kane and The Magnificent Ambersons. Check out the NY Times obit.

And any fan of sports, lesbians, or lesbian sports should read Jay Mohr's hilarious piss-take on the WNBA. Apparently the WNBA finals are going on right now. Who knew?? I'm not a Jay Mohr fan (how many times can you do the same Andrew McCarthy impression?), but this is decent stuff.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Note to Self: Stop Blogging, Start Pitching.

The management bitches about it, this guy writes about it in The New Republic. Shit. [Link via Stereogum]

"I'm a Doctor...of Pussyology"

Want to know everything there is to know about wooing the fairer sex? Then you should seek the expert advice of Eugene Mirman.

**TOTALLY UNRELATED UPDATE** Re: feedback about the recent sparsity of *bitter defeat* posts.

More important shit has been going on lately, okay?

Tonight the management will attend a Dandy Warhols show at the soon-to-be defunct CBGB. Mixed feelings, really, about the closure. On the one hand, the venue itself, while a rock 'n' roll landmark, has been featuring mostly crap bands for about 15 years now. On the other hand, the Bowery already looks terrible enough without another eyesore new building, and I don't believe this "helping the homeless" line for a fucking millisecond.

In the end, perhaps Joseph Gardener, Stereo Installer, put it best in The Onion: "If I ever miss CBGB's, I'll put on a shitty band's self-released CD, drink a $6 Budweiser, and piss all over myself."

A full show report (as well as a report on tomorrow night's Arcide Fire show) will follow in due time. Until then, you should probably keep on rockin' in the free world or something.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Harvey Danger Are Giving Away Their New Album

Well DUH. Nobody was going to fucking buy it.

I'm sure we'll be getting some freebies from Third Eye Blind, Better than Ezra, 311, Len, and Smashmouth in the near future as well.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

An Open Letter to Sarah Silverman

Dear Sarah,

I want to make hilarious babies with you. Jimmy Kimmel seems like a really nice guy, but he's also short, chubby, not really cute, and, like, fourth in the late-night ratings. I, on the other hand, am the perfect match for you. My psychic adviser has confirmed this on several occasions. Lady Starr -- my close friend and personal conduit to the psychic realm -- said she definitely saw romance with a special someone in my future. She said she was getting an "F" or a "V," and that she saw "running water." It was amazing! "F" is obviously for "funny," which you most certainly are. And there's a "V" right there in the middle of Silverman! I figure running water refers to the fact that you make me laugh so hard that I pee myself constantly. Seriously. Those adult diapers are surprisingly expensive! I wish I could stop thinking about you so much, because between the constant pants-wetting and Lady Starr's rates ($2 for the fist minute, $.95 for each additional minute), my paycheck from Mail Boxes Etc. can hardly keep up!

I'm so happy for you that they've given you Dave Chappelle's old job. You certainly deserve it. You deserve any job you want. I will give you anything you want. Really. Want me to kill someone? I will. I think about killing for you all the time.

Anyway, I have to get going. The lunchtime rush is about to start and those UPS shipments can't pack themselves!

I love you and want you to have our unbelievably talented and funny children. Also, I would let you lick jelly off my penis whenever you want. Really. Anything to keep you happy and fulfilled.

I love you, Sarah Silverman.

Love,

Steven Wertz, Assistant Manager, Mail Boxes Etc.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Are You Ready for Some Footballllll??

I know I am... since Kanye West is playing the NFL's free kickoff concert. Kanye swears he's not gonna drop any more bombs, but one can always hope. Every blogger on god's green Earth has already sounded off on this (Lindsayism has posted some related goodies), so no further comments are necessary. It's nice to see that Jigga's got Kanye's back, though.

On a slightly related note... Why, exactly, is football season starting? After 9/11, the season was postponed despite the fact that no venues were actually affected in any way. In this case, however, both the New Orleans Saints and the Houston Texans are without a stadium. Also, the death toll in this case is much higher (according to most estimates, anyway) and the lasting effects, especially in the South, promise to be more devastating. So seriously, why not put the NFL on hold for a few weeks? Wait! Of course! It's because if football doesn't go on, then the hurricanes have won.

(Are the Miami Hurricanes going to change their name? Probably not. If the Washington Redskins have managed to keep their name this long, nothing is verboten.)

Other, less sober music stuff:

"Everything Sounds like Coldplay Now" [link via Stereogum]

Antony and the Johnsons have won this year's Mercury Prize, which would be great news had they not beaten out Bloc Party and M.I.A. Seriously, WTF???

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Get Back to Work, Slave

Lunch is the best part of any workday.

**Update** Special bonus video!!
Watch a giant octopus kill a shark. [Thanks to Lane for the link]

Thursday, September 01, 2005

How to Make a Bad Night Sound Good: "Rock Stars! Nudity! Sweaty Hipsters!"

Sounds pretty sweet, huh? Yeah... not. Although last night's Brooklyn Shakers opening at Soho's Wooster Arts Space featured some beautiful art, it did not feature air conditioning. Crowds of free-wine-swilling hipsters + 100% humidity = unpleasant. And then there was the 55-year-old naked guy. In addition to his nasty gunt (or fupa, whatever you prefer), occasional semi-erection, and apparent elephantitis of the nuts, the dude was wearing black socks with brown loafers. Faux pas, my good man. That is just in poor taste.

The afterparty was held in a closet masquerading as a restaurant. Air conditioning, while ostensibly in use, was negligible. Sweating was, again, profuse and unattractive. The band, whose set preceded my "DJ set," ran over by an hour. Two additional DJs were scheduled after me. The three of us ended up with 45 minutes to split. Heavy record bag proved unnecessary, as I played a total of six records. Also played "Blue Monday" by accident. Embarassment and frustration ensued. Current shoulder pain a bitter and constant reminder of general discomfort and ultimate futility of DJ efforts.

Luckily, friend, coworker, and lifestyle consultant Patrick refused to let the night end on a low note. He advised continued drinking and possible starfucking. So, we returned to the bar at which he had earlier reported an Anton Newcombe sighting. Ended up sitting next to a very drunk, shot-pounding Anton at the bar, while treating ourselves to many $2 cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon, drink of champions. Also impressed cute bartender with extensive knowledge of The Unicorns' 7"s. Educated cute bartender on finer points of Dead Milkmen oeuvre. Left bar drunk and filled with the deep satisfaction of a mission accomplished.

Now it is September. September is Be Kind To Editors and Writers Month, International Square Dance Month, Cable TV Month, National Bed Check Month, National Chicken Month...WAIT...overpowering feeling of déjà-vu...

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Brooklyn Shakers Opening Tonight

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Why is a show featuring Brooklyn artists opening in Manhattan? That I couldn't tell you. Nonetheless, you should come on out to Wooster Art Space tonight for the opening reception. Curator Kathleen Smith is a friend and coworker, and there should be some cool stuff on view. Also, the management will be on the afterparty wheelz o' steel starting at around 9:15 (this is a loose start time). The show will be open through October 1. Here's the deets for tonight...

Brooklyn Shakers
Paintings and Photographs
WOOSTER ARTS SPACE
147 Wooster Street

Opening Reception
6:00-8:00 p.m.
Afterparty @ Mangiami
9 Stanton Street (between Bowery & Chrystie)
8:30-11:30 p.m.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

The Bells... The Bells!

Today included a tour of the WPS1 ArtRadio studios in the downtown Clock Tower Gallery. They stream art, cultural, and music programming 24/7, in every conceivable format. They also do a live stream of P.S.1 Warm Up every Saturday (this Saturday is the last one until next summer, BTW). The station is located in the clock tower atop the NY Life Insurance Company Building, built in 1894–98. As an added bonus, Marvin Schneider, the New York City Clockmaster happened to be there to do some maintenance on the clock and to take some singing lessons (I swear to god). We also met Station Manager Jeannie Hopper, who hosts Liquid Love on WPS1 and the Liquid Sound Lounge DJ show on WBAI (New York 99.5).

So today I wandered around the roof of a massive New York City landmark, toured a great online radio station, and met the city's Clockmaster. All before lunch. Nice.

Associated Press Editors No Read Good

The Associated Press has unintentionally provided the most depressing [non-hurricane-related] headline of the week: "2005 Grads Earns Highest SAT Math Scores." Nice one, guys. Obviously the folks over at AP scored higher on the math section as well.

Friday, August 26, 2005

"Is That the Six Million Dollar Man's Boss?"*

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So The 40 Year-Old Virgin is the funniest goddamn movie ever. Yeah, not really, but it is even better than Anchorman. There are basically two kinds of people: Wedding Crashers people and 40YOV people. Which are you?

(Okay, so obviously yesterday's post was the result of a stressful deadline and a lack of inspiration/serotonin.)

Iron Maiden has been essentialized with a two-disc greatest hits collection. That's terrific news... but why is it showing up in Bitchfork??

Green Day has been named the greatest band on the planet, by the way. No doye. Tell us something we don't know. Ever since Matchbox 20 broke up, the throne has totally belonged to Billy Joe & Co.**

*This will make sense once you see the movie.

**Okay, I actually like Green Day but granting them planetary dominion, even in a purely musical sense, seems a bit much.

**UPDATE** This week's Blue States Lose is up!