If Hillary Clinton takes the presidential oath of office on January 20, 2017, her victory will be partially thanks to voters, volunteers, donors and… the right wing. The very concept of Hillary Clinton running for the presidency, let alone winning it, seems to have the same effect on the right as waving a red flag… Read More
Social media queen Geek Girl Diva has been a big supporter of this site for a long time, which is why when she needs help I’m always there.
She’s started an Indiegogo drive aimed at recording a song, and you too should help out. Why? Because she’s awesome, that’s why.
Been completely quiet the past few days mostly because I’ve been putting in insane hours, but that’ll still happen from time to time.
The new Dum Dum Girls record is terrific, and this song in particular — the first single from it — sounds like so much of the post-punk I grew up with.
Here’s Rimbaud Eyes.
Back when George Zimmerman first announced he would be doing a celebrity boxing match and DMX offered up his services on behalf of “every black person who has been done wrong in the system,” we were left salivating at the totally unrealistic hypothetical scenario of DMX stepping into a boxing ring with George Zimmerman.
But holy hell, it looks like this might actually happen.
Last night, most of the civilized world watched the Seattle Seahawks crush the Denver Broncos 43-8 to win the 47th Superbowl, which took place in the cultural mecca of East Rutherford, New Jersey. This is almost guaranteed to be exclusively what coworkers, polite acquaintances, and neighbors you catch the elevator with will bring up today. Be prepared.
This morning, Hoffman was found dead in his Greenwich Village apartment with a needle still in his arm and five empty heroin bags next to his body, with three more still full and available for use. This honestly made me cry the first time I read it. I used to do heroin — a lot of it. It’s fucking shit and it steals your soul, destroying you piece by piece by piece.
Cesca and I probably spent a good ten minutes on the podcast yesterday enthusing about HBO’s True Detective and I’m going to do it here for a few seconds as well. Bottom line: If you’re not watching the show, you’re legitimately missing out on one of the best television experiences of the last decade. When Breaking Bad folded I really did think its near-perfection as a satisfying show would, for me, tarnish everything that came in its wake for quite a while. It’s tough to hold up any TV drama to a show like Breaking Bad, even unconsciously, simply because Breaking Bad was such a damn masterpiece.
But True Detective goes beyond the realm of great television into something much more artistically minded. You don’t just watch it, you feel it in your bones; it’s a layered, beautifully acted, utterly menacing, pitch black piece of American gothic, and each hour is mesmerizing from start to finish. We’re only a few episodes in so it’s easy to catch up if you need to but, trust me, you need to.
Here’s the opening credits music that sets the tone for the entire show.
It’s the Handsome Family’s Far From Any Road.
I have no idea what to make of this — and I’m betting that’s the most generous thing you’re going to hear about it from anyone who considers him or herself a fan of Elliott Smith.
Apparently, long before Smith died 11 years ago, he recorded some isolated vocal tracks for a possible collaboration with Soul Coughing’s Mike Doughty. Some of what he sang would eventually go on to become Bottle Up and Explode — one of my absolute favorite Smith songs — and Going Nowhere. Doughty says that the vocals were always meant to be cut up, experimented with, and ultimately transformed into dance tracks and that Smith was okay with this.
Whether he’d be fine with what Doughty has now created, though, is anyone’s guess. Doughty says he recently found the vocal tracks on a cassette tape and he turned them into what he’s calling honest-to-God EDM — a genre title that didn’t exist back when Smith was alive. It’s fascinating to hear anything new and even kind of original from Elliott Smith, but given that he was so protective of his material and his legacy — and this is a very far cry from the sound we’ve come to expect from him — it feels a big sacrilegious.
Decide for yourself, though.