• It's been a few days because I had to go kick it with the fam for a while and play the most epic incarnation of Catan and watch the fight that didn't end up saving professional boxing as we know it. And now I have to leave again for a little while longer because I need to have a delicious cheeseburger. Or something. I'll take a picture if I ever get there so you can see what it's like.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Ear to the Grindstone
• That's a little picture I drew of the Rai Chile. I've been drawing this kind of crap for the past couple of weeks now. Here's a whole strip from a few days ago. I like drawing li'l guys like this because you can make 'em be anything, from videogame ragers to fancy waiters.
• You know how drugs are illegal? It would be weird if drug dealers were like "I guess we have to give drugs away now, because they're illegal," right? Well, that's kind of what happened with mixtape DJ's recently. Por ejemple, you can download tons of Clinton Sparks mixtapes for free now. If you live in Nebraska, you're stoked, because before now you didn't even know about that Pharoahe Monch "Awakening" joint.
• If you live in Hiebradond, though, you need not feel dejected. Because Your Boy has gone through the trouble of sifting through a veritable shit-ton of mp3's to find the original, and - dare I say it - better version of "The Forest." (For you, dog.)
• From the "Best Interbutt Shit Evar" File: Garfield Randomizer.
• And finally, a perfect illustration of my current mood. This is me grinding on school crap till the Challenging Challenge.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
We Built A Palace That No Longer Exists
• First, yes. I know what you're thinking: nothing. Or probably nothing, seeing as how you have probably given up on CFY,K altogether, as you have almost certainly long assumed that I have given up on CFY,K altogether. So. What we have here, by posting this post alone, is evidence to the contrary.
• In my defense, let me say this: For a while there I had company. Our own Anvil Rabbitt came down from Hiebradond to kick it for a little while, and to play a show in my town alongside New Friend of Sarchicha, stand-up comedian, and multi-instrumentalist Aubrey Tennant. It was rad. Between marathon pinball sessions (Shamanz is better than me, Aubrey is king), intake of gourmet foods, intensified chillaxing, and the - seriously - five or six papers I had to write while these cats pirateshipped my livingroom, no blogging was taking place.
• Some notes on the show: Anvil got bumped from the night he was supposed to play at the Village Tavern in favor, I guess, of local hero CaryAnn Hearst. (We went. She still rocks. Sundays @ Fluids nostalgia abounded.) I think they should have let him open up or something anyway, because they moved him to the next night, which was a Friday, during which time Young Shamanzo was relegated to playing for a group of people who were all waiting for some kind of heavy metal jam band - if such a thing could ever exist - to start playing. (Read: tough crowd.) Anvil Rabbitt sounded good. New songs were worked out. Slightly older material sounded soaring and anthemic. The crowd, all the while, remained largely indifferent. (They were, after all, there to see a heavy metal jam band.) You know how you read interviews with established bands and they always say, like, 'Man, I remember playing in bars with ten people,' and all those early-road experiences? It seemed like one of those.
• And now for some smaller news: I found this kind of amazing YouTube video of a scene from Pulp Fiction animated in Typography form. (What? Just click it, dude.) I like this especially, because Brett totally sucks in this scene.
• Today I drew a couple of little comic strips in lieu of taking notes in Advanced Fiction Workshop. (It's dumb. You love.)
• And, finally, from the "There's No Decent Explanation As To Why No One Has Informed Me Before" File: Hunter S. Thompson interviews Keef.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
• Why, you ask, am I updating my damn blog on a Friday night? Well, I'll tell you: it's not like I wasn't going to be home anyway. More than that, though, my car won't start. So I can't really go anywhere. That shit's been going on for a couple of days now. (Trade-in consideration?) And then today my phone fell in the toilet. You gotta love it. Eff VH1. Your boy's having the best week ever.
• Old Nebraska called the other day to tell me that he was feeling the three early picks for Song of the Year. (Scroll down.) Now his favorite rapper has remixed that one joint. (It takes Pharoahe a minute to catch the beat, but it's hot.) I need to get Nebraska to get really into, like, the idea of me having a bunch of stuff that works.
• I'm trying to get that dot-color, old comic book effect to happen. How did they do that? You got a tutorial for that, Higginblatt?
• I don't know what's going on with Tadanori Yokoo's "Kiss Kiss Kiss," but I think it looks good. Also heavily admired right now: that thing that Chris Ware did for the TV Show version of This American Life.
Friday, April 06, 2007
A Total Of Ten Tornadoes
• I believe I have now, after a two-day show last weekend, and thanks to my man Jush, seen Drive-By Truckers live in concert as many times as I have seen any other band in concert. This is interesting, at least to me, because I'm not really that big of a fan of them. I mean, they're good and all. I like the song with the Tornadoes. I like the one about floating. I really like the story about the guy's mom. Anyway, it was a damn fine time. (I will say that the sound in the venue is always a little treble-heavy, unless it's a packed show, as it was Saturday. And when that happens you can't concentrate because some old windbag is constantly trying to tell you about some drug he smoked thirty years ago. (Memo to the dude in the red hat: keep it.) Either that or you're all distracted by the amazing hair patterns on the head of a man who clearly does not know how to operate a clipper.) Highlight: We carried 17 large pizzas down the main drag when the bars let out and emerged unscathed. (We ordered that many pizzas because that's how many times the Larry Bird Story got told.)
• Bonus: "18 Wheels of Love," live in Toronto.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Tran Trance Chance Dance
• Today's top story: Pilot Skateboards' own Corey Dowds was recently interviewed on Good Morning America. And so now he's famous.
• In other news, FancyNerds everywhere will believe it when they see it.
• Also, Enormasurus - the world's greatest make-believe band - has been one-upped by the cats at Superdeluxe. Pun intended, ho's.
• It's a short post. I'm on the phone.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
March Madness: Frontrunners and Upsets
• I have been recently overwhelmed with new music that I really like, which is an invigorating feeling. I have, therefore, decided to issue the CFY,K Official Early Picks for The Best Song of 2007. They are as follows:
Rehab, by Amy Winehouse, which is exactly the song that should have come out this year. Me and Thee Famousperson were talking last year about how this sort of thing couldn't have been far off, since the best box set evar came out. (That's right, Nuggets. I said it.) Winehouse and producer Mark Ronson get shit absolutely right, ending up with pitch-perfect pop awesomeness.
Imagine, by Lil Wayne, is a mixtape cut, during which the incredibly-prolific Weezy F. Baby raps over the same beat from Nas' If I Ruled the World. This track earns its spot based on this one moment where, if this was the "original," Lauryn Hill would come in on the chorus, but it's not the original, and we're left with Wayne simply stating, voice drenched in nihilism, "Get high, screw the world." And it's the best rap line I've heard since "I need vegetables \ Is weed vegetables?"
New York I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down, by LCD Soundsystem. This song's placement on this list may owe significantly to the idea that I have lately been obsessed with songs that are excellent night-enders. This song is an excellent anything-ender.
What do you guys think? Certainly, according to you, I have left something out.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Dorkin' Out On St. Patrick's Day
• Thee Famous Person, in the midst of meeting up with old friends and Grupthink denizens, was, apparently, at the same show as the Status Ain't Hood guy.
• I have been dying to play a little Man Cup lately. Also, I caved today on my new FFF (that's "Fast Food Free") lifestyle. That Big Bacon Classic had no idea what it was in for. Afterwards, though, I felt the dirty guilt.
• You probably saw it on Pitchfork already and everything, fine, but damned if that Crayola commercial with the Animal Collective soundtrack isn't the best, like, thirty seconds on television.
• I went and saw 300 last night. Epic? Yes, it was epic. Somewhat uncomfortable due to the costume department's reliance on leather briefs? Yes, it was somewhat uncomfortable due to that. (Raichile, for the record, has been searching for leather briefs for some time now. To match his harness.)
• I found this webpage the other day with the thirteen most beautiful avatars on Second Life. Suspiciously Absent: "Devself Ay." I guess you have to be a supertan dude with bushy eyebrows to apply. What are these guys? Brothers? (Typing this shit is cracking me up.)
• Ok ok ok. I gotta go research magical realism and read a book.
Monday, March 12, 2007
• The above photo is one still frame (Photoshopped a little, yeah) from what was once like the Rolling Stones Holy Grail before the dawn of the internet age.
• As a registered FancyNerd, I am obsessed both by documentaries and typefaces. As such, it is my duty, in some way, to want terribly to see this movie.
• Did you guys know that international weirdo Momus has a column over on the Wired website? Yeah, me neither. But he does.
• Lately old Higginbotham has, from what I understand, been spilling diet sodas on herself and poking out her eyeballs. She sent me some links the other day for me to look at. I have to tell you. I don't know what it is. The websites in question appear to be written in English, and yet I find them impossible to decipher.
• The Rai Chile has an excellent new plan. This is me encouraging the shit out of it. ("Yes!" "Go for it!" "What, really, have you got to lose on this one?" I have said all of these things.) I see your doubts. I can feel them from here. But that shit was a mockumentary, yo! (This is going to be great.)
Friday, March 09, 2007
• Biggie died ten years ago today, and he's still the illest. XXL put up this unreleased Pepsi commercial he did. It's pretty cool. But I think you ought to spend the whole day listening to Life After Death.
• The White Stripes are going to have a new record out "as soon as corporately possible." This is me not being able to wait.
• Here's something I know about the Rai Chile: he is far from being a sneakerhead. (Which is good. Who's a sneakerhead anymore, anyway?) I know this. But I don't care. He NEEDS these shits like Thee Famous Person needs this shit!
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