Anthony Is Right
- Laura Ballance, Our Noise: The Story Of Merge Records
May wind up stealing this bit tonight, as I’m retiring the hipster wig and couldn’t be bothered to find a new look. If it wasn’t for my beard, I could say I was Jim Wilbur.
I enjoyed quite a bit of Blackout, but this just sounds like the first draft of a Lonely Island short starring Jane Krakowski. “We’ll throw some jokes in the verse later, just sing ‘are you in?’ over and over for now.”
(Ok, “1, 2, 3/Peter, Paul & Mary” is a great hook - Samberg would be proud - but I’m still amazed what people will part with 99 cents for.)
This may mean nothing more than “Kathryn Bigelow was willing to go to the Hollywood Awards,” but I really hope it says she has a shot of taking the Oscar. Mostly because The Hurt Locker is the best movie I’ve seen this year, but it genuinely would be awesome to see a woman take home this trophy. Sofia Coppola (for Lost In Translation), Jane Campion (for The Piano) and Lina Wertmuller (for Seven Beauties) are the only ones to have even been nominated.
Ugh. Craig Finn is better than this. Separation Sunday-era Hold Steady, what happened to you? Your ass used to be so beautiful.
I’ll actually rep for Fargo Rock City (Klosterman is best - as he was then and in Eating The Dinosaur - when he admits his perspective and interests are idiosyncratic rather than representative of his generation), but I have even less desire to see a movie based on it than one for The Summer Three Women Were Willing To Have Sex With Me, which should at least do for SPIN what Perfect did for Rolling Stone.
Also what happened to Craig Finn is 50% unchecked acclaim, 50% close proximity to Franz Nicolay.
Gossip Cop is fucking ridiculous. “(Gossip mill) says (famous person) did something embarrassing! Well, we asked (famous person’s) PR person and they said it’s not true! SO THERE, YOU LYING LIAR! SCORE ONE FOR GOSSIP COP!” Even better is when they credit an anonymous source for debunking an anonymous source. Obviously I wouldn’t give a shit if not for my rumor-mongering job, but shrill piety is just a bad look for anyone who links to The National Enquirer on a regular basis (I prefer bemusement, myself).
While I previously heard their posts in the voice of David Cross’ lip-quivering victrola enthusiast (“notice I said television, not TV, because TV is a nickname and nicknames are for friends and television is no friend of mine!”), thanks to the above headline he’s been replaced by a bad Native American stereotype.
Angels- Dirty Money
They got this backwards … its called “Angels” & its by the group Dirty Money. I liked it better when Jay-Z killed it on “Where I’m From” (there’s also an older flip of this sample by Biz Markie).
a.k.a. Diddy’s autotune jam. Once you get past Biggie’s verse - Sean must have saved one for a rainy day! - it’s the perfect soundtrack for a Sharon Stone erotic thriller set on Tatooine.
Think they’d take the same tone if, say, Jay Reatard made a female heckler “bleed from the neck quite a bit” for shouting something about his old band?
Leila pointed me out this line from Daily Intel’s Gossip Girl re-cap because I’ve previously complained to her that the guy from Lincoln Hawk and his socialite ex couldn’t have 18-year-olds with different people if they supposedly spent the ’90s unattached and making sweet love on the tour bus. However, the SY appearance is the rare detail that actually is plausible: Sonic Youth performed an acoustic version of 1986’s “Starpower” - released a few years before Dan Humphrey would have come into the world. The comments box is gigantic for the post, so I don’t know if anyone called the writers out on apparently not realizing Sonic Youth have been around for over 18 years - Lee Ranaldo’s oldest son is older than Dan!
