I will be appearing tomorrow night at Happy Ending for this Gelf magazine thing. Go here to read me being all Dullsville. If all we talk about is that goddamned article, we will hit the No Fun sandbar. But. You know. We can do that.
Katy Perry and her minders are vexing. There are so many things wrong with "I Kissed A Girl" and "Ur So Gay" that I hardly know where to start. If you are reading this, you likely don't need me to start; you can perceive these things by yourself. But here is where the paid assassins vex us!
"Hot N Cold" is as casually misogynist as any of her other joints, but it has Max Martin in it, and when Max is on the chorus, I fear I could be led to participate in all kinds of horrible activities, simply by the indomitable nature of his sugar. Or, since I hate candy, Martin is conquering me with be a big fucking potato chip covered with Marmite and chicken salad ZOMG fuck this I am about to kill a LUNCH PRODUCT. (Max is on "Girl," but I don't think he could sell me on that crap unless he broke out something as rugged as "Since U Been Gone." And I know Dr. Luke is involved, but I have reason to believe the most killerest hook is Max.)
NEW, USER-GENERATED CONTENT: Keehnan Konyha writes: "The only thing that is easing the blow of Katy Perry's weirdo demographic grip and obvious, laser-sighted plan to ruin my life is Gangsta Boo's auto-tuned "remix" of "I Kissed A Girl." (She takes her sweet time showing up—like, two minutes.)"
I seem to be doing this Twitter thing (verb form is impossible) more than I am doing this blog thing, though I continue to do that blog thing. This may change, it may not. Just being straight with you. I have a lot of pictures, and some things my boys say exceed 140 characters, so the lights will never go off here.
After less than a week, the clear consensus is that the budget audiophile deck is the Rega P-1. I appreciate the fact that people bothered to think about the question and write in. I am lucky that people still visit the site, dry spells and all. I will make it up to you somehow.
OK, my people. I hit the message boards, I combed the forums. I have a lot of information but no clarity. I need a good turntable, and the ceiling is $500. I don't want separate arms or fancy shit that doesn't actually do anything audible. Does anybody know about decent sound for normal people? I can't buy a Calypso or something. I really appreciate the input.
Courtesy of Lucy Robinson. Tomorrow, I am on Soundcheck Smackdown, talking about bass. But I want to say this: in short: Thom Yorke, Grizzly Bear, Bon Iver, Sufjan, et al: return of choral singing: role of castrati: displacement of the religious urge. Something something.
Also? Arranging and memorizing songs is totally fun. I think it is why I cannot do shit like Sudoku; my brane is set up to memorize songs, and songs only. Sorry, math part of brane!
PBS couldn't license an actual break track? Nothing on Vintertainment? Mr. Rogers wasn't sleeping with Bob James or a Blackbyrd? That talented little boy had to dance to some public access porn channel music? Honestly?
Nick: “I wonder whether we have trouble—aesthetically, not necessarily morally—with The Joker. Maybe he just bores us. He’s as predictable as any nihilist. His are the moves of the 12-year-old who discovers the get-out-of-jail-free card that is “Just kidding!” When words aren’t required to mean what they mean, it's draining. Characters pull out the rug: tedious and cowardly.
Batman is the ultimate mark, so obedient to Justice that he won’t knock the fucker off. Batman has to believe what The Joker says if he holds others to what they say. The whole premise of Batman vs. Joker is too blunt, which might be why I liked Tim Burton’s Batman more. Burton kept his movie away from the ideological battle between the two, and made it more about ideology itself: people really desperately want something to believe in, and The Joker’s system is more gratifying. Batman’s is the better choice but no fun at all.”
Me: “Is either value system (if either position deserves being called that) ever fleshed-out? And? Christian Bale wears on a fella. His only apparent character move is that Batman, too, will turn out to be morally fucked, which isn’t that interesting. Somebody in the movie needs to have some nooks and crannies and “dark” doesn’t get you there. “Dark” has become another get-out-of-movie-making free card, just like the “romantic” sequence in movies where a love story is established in simply by presenting a montage of ice cream cones and pillow fights under a sensitive acoustic jam. As an aesthetic, “dark” doesn’t (and can’t) automatically create tension and make moral choices complicated. It just means that everyone will turn out to be possibly or probably bad to the bone, which isn’t much of a revelation, or an engine.
I liked Michael Keaton as Batman.”
Your boy, at the 88th Precinct in Fort Greene, photographs courtesy of Jennifer Wingate Madding, a neighbor and close family friend during the seventies. More after the jump, including fingerprinting and a cell visit. My brother is in there, too. (Do kids still visit jails?)
More soon. As you might imagine, not easy. But also not boring.
Nought is still around? Hells bells! I get lifted!
I suppose "The Dark Knight" is impressive, in the same way that it is impressive to watch a larger boy hit a smaller one, simply because he can, and because dominating and terrifying a person produces emotional effects that aren't generally part of everyday life. "The Dark Knight" works according to The Joker's anti-principles—chaos is liberating, violence is plainly more fun than anything else and that any attempt to achieve order is hubris—while taking time to fold in unconvincing speeches about heroism to make it clear that The Joker isn't really the smartest person in the movie. This move is the moral equivalent of an E-Z Pass: "Yes, the Bad Things are Bad. Can we go back to hurting people?" The movie is only interested in torture—of the audience, of the characters, of garbage trucks. It left me drained, and I was triply depressed to think that Heath Ledger's talent—his spittled, syncopated dance—was pressed into service for a bloated piece of heartless noir.
And now , for the first time, I am watching "I'm Not There," where Bale and Ledger rehearse.
"I think he is evil. And we were his biggest fans."