Who's the last guy on the end of your bench?: Boston Celtics

According to a highly reliable source, Newbury St. in Boston, Mass. is full of asshole tourists.

Tom Thibodeau, is not an asshole.

Generally regarded as the best mind in the nba to never have become a full-fledged head coach, Thibodeau lied in relative obscurity despite his teams always performing incredibly well on the defensive end. His name comes up on the endless coaching carousel of la liga whenever a vacancy arises, he's always a finalist, but never gets the job. This reminds me of my own intramural basketball career; fucking pathetic.

anyways, he's not really photogenic.



Ubuntu? Desmobd Tutu? Vicar in a Tutu? Two plus Two = Two plus Two.

Who's the last guy on the end of your bench?: OKLAHOMA CITY THUNDER!!!!!

Welcome to Thunderdome; why an oral-sex-centric documentary was never produced concerning such a thing confounds me to no end.

One time I made up a rumor that an extremely physically imposing woman's tennis player at Oberlin gave a rim job to a relief pitcher on the baseball team and in exultation he screamed, "CHOCOLATE THUNDER"; it became a rallying cry of sorts for about 10 days between myself and maybe two other people. Also, Jaeger Bombs.

What about the OKC Thunda?!?!?! They didn't get that top pick in the draft; oh, the highly coveted athletic power forward who can shoot 15 footers...instead they got James Harden, who threw down a tremendous in game dunk in the summer league the other day that had me screaming Chocolate Thunder all over again.

So, who's the last dingleberry on the ass hairs of the nba? GIVE IT UP FOR RON ADAMS! ( I too was surprised that the answer was not Robert Swift, WHITE PEOPLE!)



Highlights:
began his coaching career as an assistant coach at his alma mater, Fresno Pacific University in 1969 and was promoted to head coach in 1972 … Adams also had assistant coaching stints at U.S. International, University of Cal-Santa Barbara, Fresno State University and University of Nevada-Las Vegas … was head coach at Fresno State during a second tour of duty from 1986-90 … has coached professional basketball in Belgium, consulted and coached with the Canadian National basketball program, two Japanese professional basketball clubs and the Belgian Basketball Federation … graduated with a degree in History and Political Science from Fresno Pacific University in 1969 and received a master’s degree in Physical Education from Fresno State in 1974 …

KRIS KRISTOFFERSON

I neeeeed one.

Who's the last guy on the end of your bench?: Portland Trailblazers

Anyone who reads this blog (Taka, Sam, Max, Avis, Sweet P [fair, unbiased coverage, even for my republican countrymen; this is what it's all about, I'll even link his blog right here!] and that's probably it, unless Harry Hirsch likes the NBA more than he led on, knows that Benicio Del Toro wore a Blazers shirt on the Colbert Report a little while back; I wrote Henry Abbot of TrueHoop an email about it, even seeing it a day late he didn't put it up until the day after receiving my email, but I got 0 love on the post, which led me to believe that I am not a unique butterfly/gumshoe/shoegazer/cumdumpster. I am another spoiled, northeastern, liberal fucking around on the internet, trying to figure out why my brain was wired to type the words as they appear on the screen. Having no experience in programming, only minimal html code that I've actually learned only recently, I'm wondering why things gotta be the way they are, but it requires an understanding of the intuitive logic that goes in to programming. I'm gonna leave further commentary on that to Nick Knight and his soon to be, eventually that is, PHD from Berkeley for Comp. Sci.

The Colbert Report	Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c
Benicio Del Toro
www.colbertnation.com
Colbert Report Full Episodes Political Humor Jeff Goldblum

HEY! I'm not the only one making mistakes/baring my soul in such indignant fashion. Wha' happened to this bio on NBA.com describing current Blazer assistant coach Joe Prunty; maybe the worst basketball name I've ever read out loud to a German person.

Jai alai (t) s [all non-blazer facts]:

He joined the Spurs in the summer of 1996 as assistant video coordinator. He was named an assistant coach at the University of San Diego in April of 1997. Prior to the start of the 1997-98 season, he returned to San Antonio as the Spurs video coordinator and was promoted to assistant coach/video coordinator during the summer of 2000.

Then in 2002-03, he was promoted to advance scout/assistant coach. For the last two summers, he has coached the Mavericks Summer League team (at the Rocky Mountain Revue in Salt Lake City in 2006 and the Vegas Summer League in Las Vegas in 2005).

In the six summers prior, he served as either a head coach or an assistant coach for the Spurs summer league squads in Boston and Salt Lake City. He has also worked a wide variety of summer camps including ABCD camp, Superstars, Pepperdine University and University of San Diego.

Panty Liners!

Who's the last guy on the end of your bench?: New York Knicks

CHRIS BROUSSARD; you have a face for the internet age! OBERLIN ALUMS IN ACTION! (inaction?) Where's George Smith at?

What does this have to do with the NY KNicks? Well, for one thing, señor Broussard (whose picture up in the main stacks part of WOBC is fucking hilarious) sez that David Lee is not gonna get a contract offer from anyone, but the Knickerbockers. Same goes for WORLD CHAMPEEEN Lamar 'Lazarus' Odom with his LA County Lakers.

The knicks are gonna run again; they play for Mike D'Antoni, it's a given. Poor Chris Duhon's back couldn't handle it; Y'all questioning Steve Nash's durability again? I'm so fucking sick and tired of reading about these asterisk the mvp seasons of Nash over stat inflation. They will be cited as evidence towards a trend that was ushered in by some pretty incredible PG's; Nash's ascendance coincided the rise of young Chris Paul from cockknocker (Was Julius Hodge ever the same after that? Oh wait, maybe getting shot in his car was a bit more traumatic on his 'road to hope') to knockin at the gates.

Did you know Mike D'Antoni has a brother named Dan? Dan D'Antoni, ugh, well if y'all were hip to Jack Macculum's brilliant little log of what came to pass for the suns back in the dawn of the SSOL era, you'd know that D'an (easier shorthand, I'm sick of writing this last name; is it ironic that it took more effort to type the explanation? I HATE irony.) speaks Portugese, which was incredibly helpful in coddling (developing), mercurial guard Diana Taurasi Leandro Barbosa. What does that mean for the Madison Square Garden Dolanite Dolemites who run and gun and stun but never do quite enough to beat out Bosh and his dinosaurs (that goes double for Hedo) for Atlantic Division also-ran status.

SO GET TO KNOW D'AN!

Highlights:

Prior to joining the Suns in 2005, D’Antoni accumulated over 500 wins as head coach of Socastee HS in Myrtle Beach, SC, a position he had held for three decades beginning in 1975. Dan is also the founder of the Beach Ball Classic, the prestigious South Carolina high school Christmas basketball tournament that has showcased the likes of Kevin Garnett, Kobe Bryant, Jason Kidd, Vince Carter, Grant Hill, Rasheed Wallace and Raymond Felton. The Classic - which began as an eight-team affair in 1981 - has evolved into a 16-team national competition, with a women’s tournament added in 1998.

Word has it a young Jason Kidd could actually dunk!

RICHARD MANUEL

Yes, I have heroes. No, I don't think covering David Bowie is part of that solution; Is TV on the Radio the next Wallflowers?

At least it's for a good cause; if you believe in good causes to give money for.

I had always assumed vocalist/pianist/drummer/all-around good dude Richard Manuel had died from his liver exploding; rumors abounded that leading up to this death he'd developed the habit of drinking 6 bottles of Gran Marnier a day. For anyone who's never tasted that syrupy orange devil, go get a pricey glass of that shit at your favorite dive and pour one down the gullet for an all-time great.

UPDATE: WHAT THE FUCK? It all makes sense now.




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So, let's find out what the fuck happened (of course we consult the original patty melt, allmusic.com, for answers)

In a group remembered for their vocal talent, the late Richard Manuel was often seen as the lead singer. His is the first voice you hear on the Band's legendary debut album, Music From Big Pink, a rich baritone so soulful and charged with pathos it's hard to believe it could come from the frail Canadian. His is also the last voice heard on that album, a lonesome, quavering falsetto on Bob Dylan's "I Shall Be Released" that raises the hair on the back of the listener's neck. Sadly, Manuel hanged himself in a motel room in Florida on March 4, 1986.

Manuel, the son of a Stratford, Ontario, mechanic, developed his vocal ability as a youth in the Baptist church choir. He grew up listening to country music, eventually discovering R&B, which would become a huge influence. (His voice would garner frequent comparisons to Ray Charles.) Manuel was the fourth future member of the Band to join the Hawks. In 1961, Levon Helm was the drummer for the Hawks and Robbie Robertson was on bass. Soon, however, Robertson took over as lead guitarist and Rick Danko was added as the new bass player. When Stan Szelest left the group that year, Richard Manuel was brought in as the piano player.

Throughout the legendary career of the Band, Manuel was troubled by drug and alcohol problems. It was only a few years after the Band had reunited in the '80s (without Robertson) -- and during an endless tour of much smaller clubs than the group was accustomed to -- that Manuel committed suicide. No other singer in the group was as admired, however. Even musical giants such as Eric Clapton (who has made no secret of his fascination with Manuel) were in awe of his vocal ability. Clapton would go on to record a tribute to Manuel, "Holy Mother," on his 1986 album August. Ex-bandmate Robbie Robertson would also eulogize Manuel on his 1987 solo debut with "Fallen Angel." Richard Manuel's grave is at the Avondale cemetery in Stratford, Ontario.

Yes, this worries me that he's a hero of mine.

the drug war

Mexico is raw as fuck.

War on Drugs? Whose drawing up these battle lines? One of the most interesting things to me so far about Leo Tolstóy's WAR AND PEACE is his usage of maps; something that Jorge Luis Borges, Thomas Pynchon and other names that I drop as to raise your opinion of my literary savvy, have touched upon.

ROCKWELL

WHOSE THE LAST GUY ON the End of Your Bench?: Utah JAzz

I am worried about this. Am I like the crowd at a David Cross show in Little Rock, AK? I hope not, who knows though, I do have this ogreish tendency when the music's off and the lighting's bad and the beer's shitty, and bottled.

There is a trade going on?!?!?! No speculation.

What about a guy whose name is Scott Layden. Sound familiar!?!? A high-character guy on a winning team somewhere, sometime probably 1980's heyday greatness, what is it?!?!? Oh that's right, wrong. He was this guy: Prior to working with NBA TV, Layden spent four and a half years as President and General Manager of the Knicks. During his tenure the Knicks made the playoffs twice, advancing to the Eastern Conference Finals in 2000. Prior to his stint with the Knicks, Layden spent 18 years with the Jazz, establishing a reputation as one of the game's most astute judges of talent and an instrumental figure in the Jazz' perennial success.

NOTED ALUMNI OF ST. FRANCIS (PA) include CHarles Schwab (is he the fat guy with the beard who has the most labyrinth-laden sports guessing game on tv? Wait, no that's Howie..., Kevin Porter the Craig Ehlo circa 1988 of record number of assists in one game that Scott Skiles stakes his claim to fame on (he's an OIL MAN I TELL YOU!)

DAMN, some website called the sports hernia did this intriguing photoshop job.

Imipolex Aesthetic

WHOSE THE LAST GUY ON the End of Your Bench?: Chicago Bulls

AMERICA! SAUSAGE! POLISH SAUSAGE! BEER!

Pause for indigestion related burping. Tap three times on the clavicle bone, feel the heat of 10,000 EBOLA PIGS.

So, what about the Toros, I mean Bulls, fuck this transition back to MErica; I gots to stick to the Spangleesh for a little while, eso es lo qué es.

SO lookout for MIKE WILHELM!!!!!!!!



prior to joining the Bulls, Mike spent the 2001-02 season as an advance scout for the Denver Nuggets … first entered the NBA with the Cleveland Cavaliers during the 1993-94 season as the team’s assistant video coordinator … Wilhelm became the head video coordinator in 1996, a position he held until 1999 when he became the team’s advance scout … also served as assistant coach for the WNBA’s Cleveland Rockers from 1997 through the 1999 season, winning the Eastern Conference Championship with the Rockers in 1998 … coaching career began in Sweden’s professional league, where he directed the Sundsvall Dragons for two seasons from 1990-92 … enjoys conducting basketball and coaches clinics in Scandinavia during the off season … worked the NBA’s Basketball Without Borders in China in 2006 …

BOLD, COMPELLING. HEAD VIDEO COORDINATOR

Neoclassical fascism

THIS IS A GREAT IDEA FOR A BLOG: 100 ARTISTS YOUR SHOULD KNOW; TASTEMAKERS ROASTED CHOICE BLEND.


Jacques-Louis David was the greatest representative of the Neo-Classical style. After the French Revolution seized control of France from the aristocrats, dainty, Frivolous Rococo gave way to a new austere Republican style. David was active in the French Revolution and a supporter of Napoleon. Determined to portray his political beliefs in art, David painted in an "Empire style." David's most famous painting, The Death of Marat, was called the Pieta of the Revolution, after images of the dead Jesus. The revolutionary Marat was killed in the bathtub by an assailant who gained entry to his house with a purported list of enemies of the Republic.

DEATH OF MARAT! THE GREAT MARTYR OF THE REVOLUTION! THE LEN BIAS! THE PISTOL PETE! THE BRISTOL, CT. Paranoia blues!

Tom Verlaine! Dreamboat

RALSTON BUFFALO

LOOK AT HIS HANDS!

HEROIN

100 times stronger than morphine?

Must have a great saxomophone section.

Brandon Bass is on the MAgic!

Fuck. There's a built in 19 seconds of silence on a recording I made; what's up with all these odd flips of rotation guys that is supposed to serve as the NBA off-season so far? Something far more sinister than one could conjur up in his wildest thc soaked dreams, perhaps. Marcin Gortat and Brandon Bass do the "step"

So, we all want to know when Barrington Levy is gonna get his tryout with the Memphis Grizzlies. I think Jadakiss should get a look from the Hornets. In a perfect world, 10cc could become the starting five for the Indiana Pacers. THe NBA is incredible!

Whose The Last Guy on the End of Your Bench?: New Jersey Nets

Kendall Gill is a boxer? Jamaal Magloire smokes weed? Ed O'Bannon sells cars(Wow, those fuckers at deadspin are organized...)? Jason Kidd's kids are unequivocally scary (This makes me a bad person)? YEs, I too am still coming to terms with my inability to perform sporting activities at any satisfactory level; it's pretty embarrassing. When I see all the deadspin articles about baseball players who are on the dl for mental problems, I think it's not suprising, but obviously it's in the best financial interest of a team to keep their original 25 man roster together; call-ups mean big bucks for these guys (the contract is full of random incentives, this is how agents spin the game of the player gaining traction over the owners (A real AMERICAN dynamic if there ever was one.)

So the nets have some pieces; namely Keyon Dooling, aka Al Thornton before Al Thornton was dropping buckets for a non-contender, non-also ran embarrassment. Does Vince Carter take his culture of winning with him to Orlando? HA!

Anyways, Lawrence Frank is the least intimidating coach I've ever seen sweat in a suit. It's all about his lieutenants in this gang world tho, so get to know Roy Rogers, that is if you forgot about the guy who got picked 6 spots after Kobe Bryant, of course you did.


Selected 22nd overall in the 1996 NBA Draft out of the University of Alabama, Rogers spent three years in the NBA. In 137 career games with four teams (Vancouver, Boston, Toronto and Denver), Rogers averaged 4.8 points and 3.5 rebounds. Rogers also played four seasons (2000-04) of professional basketball internationally, in Russia, Italy, Greece and Poland.

Who's the last guy on the end of your bench?: Phoenix Suns Addition

Have you read :07 seconds or less? Are you a big enough douche to use SSOL in your online weblogging? I am. Jack Macullum wrote one hell of a good book. I used the OhioLink system at Oberlin to score a copy from Antioch College, even though they shut their academic doors 2 years ago. mantastic.

Anyhoo, get to know Igor Kokoskov.

Highlighted facts:

Prior to joining the Pistons, Kokoskov served as an assistant with the Los Angeles Clippers from 2000-03 under then-Head Coach Alvin Gentry, becoming the first full-time, non-American assistant coach in NBA history. He also became the first European coach to hold a fulltime position with an NCAA Division I-A school when he served as an assistant at the University of Missouri during the 1999-00 season with current Milwaukee Bucks General Manager John Hammond.

Kokoskov, who was an assistant this summer for the Suns’ Las Vegas Summer League squad, has served as an instructor internationally in the NBA’s “Basketball Without Borders” program and has administered other clinics throughout Africa and Europe.

What a guy!

Re: BIRTH! (The sdtrck) [vowel movements] {weird}

Not everybody spends time online at facebook, while reading blogs and doing a bajillion other things at randomly assigned speeds. I've been trying to upload lots of mp3s, cause I need to get this stuff out of my head.

Joe Tex-Men Are Getting Scarce (Off of a 25 greatest hits collection acquired at the PREX! Back to Pton in a few days, bangin'
The Byrds-Lazy Days (Dig the Flying Burrito Brothers Version on Burrito Deluxe, if you're a diehard)
Galt Macdermot-Princess Gika (Sampled by DOOM on "Born Like This", my vote for album of the year (my criteria? It resonates the loudest, despite being challenging as any of his best labirynth like rhymes)
Make Believe-Small Apartment Epiphany (all you need to know is that at some point we can stop talking about MJ's death and just understand the way we've all changed because of him. Does this make Rihanna's producers some type of brilliant avante-garde production team? I hope not!)
A song I made; samples a non-included Joe Tex track, I am on guitar and synth.
Dr. Doom-R.I.P. Dr. Octagon (I like this message for some reason, more and more)
Teenage Fanclub-The Concept (She wears denim wherever she goes, says she's gonna get some records by the Status Quo; Still she won't be forced, against her will, says she don't do drugs, but she takes the pill)

Jowls

Huh? Have I suffered like an African-American? The Kennedy Analogy is SO telling of his type of solve the world condescension that Halberstam really did debunk oh so weyell. Mcnamara passes, and it goes largely unnoticed, but no worry Bono pulls up the slack like he was in Teenage Fanclub.

Red watches "Off the Grid"; people try to live without anyone else. It doesn't go well! How do you reconcile your self-induced exile? Travelogue almost OVA like Hova's career; what if Lebron becomes an evil monster? The next Karl Malone?!?!?!? AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO NOT WORSHIP FALSE IDOLS!

Princeton Haters?

Q: I caught a foul ball off the bat of Jacoby Ellsbury today. As my hands were raised in victory, I thought about your ongoing quest to catch one of your own. I then laughed. To be fair, I am 15, and I've been to upwards of five baseball games in my life. I guess I was just due.
-- Eric Powers, Princeton, N.J.

SG: Hold on, I need to dig out my file for "My top 500 reasons why I hate Princeton" and add this e-mail … just give me a second here …

Hey, fuck Boston, and fuck Bill Simmons; I'm still gonna buy his fucking basketball book. He's the Borges of this basketball shit. I heard on a deadspin podcast that Simmons brings out the worst in Chuck Klosterman. That's a thought...

fun time stops.

Rick Betzel in heaven

Did you guys know that Betzel is pretzel in german?!?!?!?! How germane...

Oh, VERY NICE NICE NICE NICE

DIG THE LAUGH TRACK

oh damn.

LOLA CREME AND GODLEY

Hüsker Du covering the Byrds

RE: BIRTH!

I don't want a dog!
God damnit we've
tarnished our
legacy, tarred
and f eathered
so comp letely
till it ha rdens
in a va rnish

Barnstorming the
beantown suburban
sprawl in search
of hot pots of coffee
and knock kneed
hockey fans

S
O
A (Penis)
R
I
N
G
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, I didn't know
the Byrds had anything
remotely similar
to originality
I stopped listening
when I thought about
Keith Moon sayin,
"I could do better than that!"

Opalescent my my my
Garrison Keiller's winter coat
auctioned off at basement rates

Ranting Raver; CURB YOUR TONGUE, KNAVE!

LIstening to gristle and bone get whittled down to their essence is making me wonder if I have a reason to thank my lucky stars at all.

SOON!

SOON!

I'm coming through.

Death

It's over.

Ergo Sum

SLEEEP

Blog Elephant Graveyard

Poor editing can result in some nasty funk:

The little кафе́ (Russian Tea House) that the PSC (Princeton Shopping Centre/Retirement Castle) once held within it's whitewashed strip mall non-walls, replete with memories of a portly Jazzbo comically running after two beagles to the tune of "Trampled Underfoot" by Led Zeppelin, will never leave my mind for too long. This bakery was highly unusual in its self-awareness; management understood that its windows served as a preliminary display case by which to catch the eyes of passer-byes. The windows stayed squeaky clean, flowers in the vases were always fresh and music was almost inaudible, but present. Tea House could also mean 'bakery' as one can often take tea with a treat, a sort of pleasurable break. There was a map of the world on the western wall; never before had Vladivostok beckoned to mine eyes. Lying on what is the borderline of China, both N and S Korea as well as the Sea of Japan, it is one of Russia's largest cities; its port serving as a trading post for the eastern world to mother Росси́я.

I had always felt a little strange about this whole notion of heritage, of cultural transmission from one generation to the next; I had been told that Max Borenstein had been brought by his parents over to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania from old Russia at a very young age, anywhere, up to and including the ages of 2 and 4; living to tell the tale is a mixed blessing, if you believe in such things. Covering the '10s thru current times his eyes have seen much, and been blind to much more than, I suspect, he ever suspected possible.
I found him at the Lafayette Redeemer one day, TV blaring C-Span, in his one bedroom efficiency apartment; emphasis is placed on independent living for 'active' seniors; most choke in horror when I proudly claim that pop-pop still has his PA driver's license at the tender age of 94. He was never much for tea; I can't recall a single time that he and I ever spent inside drinking anything besides water, orange juice or steaming hot decaffeinated coffee. Our dynamic consisted of my mother, and most relatives, telling horror stories of being but a child and being forced against her will to perform mathematical duties; I just recently read a remarkably similar story in the first book of War and Peace. Meanwhile, I had succeeded as a child in ignoring these responsibilities through a kind of laziness that can only be symbolized by flattened, empty boxes of ®Hot Pockets stacked like the elephant graveyard in the middle of Grover Park's field 2 home team dugout. So, in essence he became the benefactor that saw me through the events in my life where I was to decide what type of young man I would hope to become. Being the good soldier, as well as somewhat serious Greco-Roman wrestler (not of the GREASED TURKISH VARIETY) he was a serious supporter of any and all team sports. He did push the math on my brother and I, but he grew more and more gentle with his grandchildren as he aged. Meanwhile he continued terrorizing those Borensteins, Bortners, and other seemingly artificially-generated generic Jewish last names, of the baby boomer generation.
I sat listening to Levon Helm's "Electric Dirt" all by my lonesome in someone else's empty bedroom right by the rhein where the Berlin wall once stood as a symbol of the old dichotomy that dictated some type of us vs. them dynamic over ideology, There's a poster on the door for a conference on bringing down capitalism, there's Frank Rich Op-Eds with the Madoff story, viral marketing and an intriguing spin on what happens when economic uncertainty overshadows American idols like Johnny Depp (for the record, Public Enemies does sound ill), an empty coffee cup that was 2 parts espresso and 1 part cold whole milk (technically 3.8 %, whatever, it's still VOLL-MILCH to me).

RANDOM ASIDE: Does Sarah Palin suffer from the same debilitating syndrome that plagues myself and so many other failed sportscasters?

SHAME ON ALL YOU WHO JUDGE HER ON THE BASIS OF HER WOMANDOM!!!!! So sayeth assholes like Huckabee, Romney, Giuliani and THE GHOST OF FIORELLO LAGUARDIA!!!!!


This doesn't mean much of anything, trying to keep the blade of the mind from dulling too far. Oh WELL I FEEL BETTER!

COMPARISON

Well, now that allmusic.com confirmed that the new wilco single is, in fact, a George Harrison "All Things Must Pass" pastiche, I feel like kind of a dummy for getting so uppity about it.

Does the lead singer of Ween look a little too much like the dude from Tears for fEars?

HMM

Like Charles Darwin before him, Stanley Fish is an interested amateur in a field where he may yield surprising useful results. While Darwin is remembered for his research and development of what we now call "The Origin of Species", Fish posts on an excellent blog on the NYT. He recently wrote about the NBA draft, something that I spent too many hours reading about.

I've decided I don't unconditionally love pink floyd anymore.

THE FISH THAT WROTE ABOUT THE DRAFT

IDEAL

INCREDIBLE

LIVE ACT!

GET THE HUNGARIAN TRANSLATERS ON THE LANDLINE IMMEDIATELY!

Thoughts

So there's 1968, banner year for muzik. Tropicalia, Psychedelia, TROPIC OF CANCER, all doing the can-can on the stage of your mind.

One particular highlight that springs to mind is Odessey and Oracle by the Zombies; what of that typo that they never changed, is it part of the overall message of the album, of the decade?!?!!?


That's just one part of the equation though. What equation, you understandably ask. Well. It looks like this:

Maxwell's demon Physics
a hypothetical being imagined as controlling a hole in a partition dividing a gas-filled container into two parts, and allowing only fast-moving molecules to pass in one direction, and slow-moving molecules in the other. This would result in one side of the container becoming warmer and the other cooler, in violation of the second law of thermodynamics.
ORIGIN late 19th cent.: named after J. C. Maxwell (see Maxwell 2 ).

FUGHEDDABOUTIT. First of all, there's this guy:

RICHARD FEYNMAN

And then the Bee Gees put out "Odessa" in 1969; similar title to the previous years' Bluntstone, Argent and co. masterpiece.

I'm hearing it for the first time as I type these words. If you don't gotta copy, then read this Ed O'Bannon related hypothetical hip-hop question.

GEORGE ELLIOTT

Hmm, so then I got to thinking about the continued Harrison influence. Then I thought, what about a step back (GEORGE IS MERELY A PAWN IN A MUCH LARGER GAME). His hero was Roy Orbison, tourmate in the '60s; big sunglasses, penetrating voice, country shuffle.

New Wilco

George Harrison 'Wrote' (peep the Dick Cavett interview on youtube for full explanation) My Sweet Lord:


He was given shit by certain other artists and their legal representatives for sounding suspiciously like "He's So Fine":



WILCO OFFERS THIS ON CONAN RECENTLY:


HISTORY IN THE MAKIN', who cares anywayz?

Even YOU YESTERDAY YOU HAD TO ASK ME WHERE IT WAS AT

Mj's Dead Momma!

No Twitter account, too many words.



Maybe the great flood that Noah warned us all of was the number of MJ tributes that will come out in the coming weeks (you could say Rihanna was timely with her direct reference to Mj recently, others might say it is wholly unsurprising that poppa Joe Jackson outlived his youngest son.

It's ridiculous, buttfucking ridiculous. I would say this should not outshadow Ed Mcmahon's passing. This is way sadder than when Heath Ledger died.

NBA DRAFT, instant tributes? Finna find out.

HIKING IN THE WOODS = PHILANDERING IN ARGENTINA

READ ALL BOUT IT

PIERRE MENARD, AUTHOR OF QUIXOTE

JOOOOOOEEEEEY: BOB Dylan's Desire plays while you read this.

After three cultishly revered albums with Organized Konfusion, underground legend Pharoahe Monch cut a solo deal with Rawkus and delivered his debut, Internal Affairs, in late 1999. Both Monch and Rawkus seemed to want to push their music farther above ground, and some longtime followers were shocked to hear a harder, angrier, more profane Monch, who seemed to be courting a more thugged-out audience. But it's a reinvention that doesn't compromise his high lyrical standards, making Internal Affairs a success on its own terms. Sounding like it was sampled from a monster-movie soundtrack, the club smash "Simon Says" sets the tone for the album; Monch delivers rapid-fire, intricately rhymed lines in between shouts of "get the f*ck up!" and "girls, rub on your titties!" It proved to be the most successful crossover bid of Monch's career, and much of the rest of Internal Affairs manages to straddle the underground/mainstream divide surprisingly well. Even when he's just giving shout-outs to Queens, or enlisting guests like Canibus and M.O.P. to help pummel a track into submission, Monch lives up to his reputation as one of hip-hop's most technically skilled MCs. Nowhere is this balancing act more evident than on "Rape," a rather disquieting extended metaphor for his mastery of hip-hop (other MCs just "ain't f*ckin' it right"). A more benign theme track is "Official," whose carefully constructed barrage of sports references demonstrates the cleverness that made Monch a cult legend. Not everything sits well together — the sophomoric "The Ass" is an odd way to lead into the love song "The Light," the Organized Konfusion reunion "God Send," and the reflective "The Truth," which features guest appearances by Common and Talib Kweli. But in terms of bringing an underappreciated hip-hop great to a (somewhat) wider audience, Internal Affairs generally gets it right.

NOTES ON A MULTICULTURALISM TALK

Arjun Appadurai, world renowned anthropologist, deals with the cultural dimensions of globalization in works such as "Modernity at Large" and "Fear of Small Numbers."

LINK TO THE KULTURHAUS in Berlin


TOO CLOSE & TOO FAR

-Yesterday's strangers are today's neighbor; the geography of daily life has changed.

We are becoming all at once too far and too close to each other in this increasingly global age;

TOO FAR

Increasing isolation (the growth of urban areas magnifies this) (NOT JUST THE INVIDIVIDUAL, GROUPS ARE ISOLATING THEMSELVES, but on the basis of what I ask)

TOO CLOSE

Today's global cultural flows have a curious inner-contradiction; the old barriers of ethnicity, nationalism, religion and other ****FUNDAMENTAL**** issues are impeding/slowing the development of common ground cultural flows (internet, art, jobs, etc.)

MULTICULTURALISM IS OUTDATED

Too 'soft' politically
Too weak intellectually

Multiculturalism has had recent value, historically; a benign (safe, soft) lens by which to discuss cross-border traffic in the neo-liberal economic framework (big market, aka western europe and THE US OF A)

MASS ATTACKS ON CIVILIANS (TERRORISM)
NATURAL DISASTERS
ECONOMIC DOWNTURN

All these things are tied in to the political, social and humanitarian issues that MULTICULTURALISM has never had a real answer for, in general offering nothing more than a shrug of the shoulders.

CONVIVIALITY

Living together in a way that is enriching in certain ways, while leaving certain key choices to the invididual. (UTOPIA?!?!) In the world we seek diversity is
encouraged,
sustained
and enhanced

DIALOGUE

Risks: No one can enter a dialogue without risk

The other party may not understand you; we try to be as inter-subjective (understand as much as possible the other side of the story) as possible, but there are always limitations and things that get lost in translation.

the other party may understand you all too well; one's ulterior motives, what your REAL preferences are (what makes you not them), prevent you from placing emphasis on the us.

A PROBLEM

Let's take a look at the series of binary oppositions (Christian and Muslim world, et. al) that rule our lives (itself in a binary opposition with death; the 1 0 boy-o! because1 + 0 = 1, this is the only math that I really fundamentally believe in):

-Religion
-Language
-Hometown

GLOBALISM FURTHER PLACES EMPHASIS ON SOCIETY's INTERNAL DIVISIONS

There are basic things that differentitate the me from you, things that are set in stone like the ten commandments; WE CAN't FUNDAMENTALLY CHANGE AS HUMAN BEINGS, we are limited, fractured creatures. SO, THEN WHAT TO DISCUSS?!?!?!

-With CONVIVIALITY as a general end-goal for which the means of DIALOGUE are employed; we go about the act of compromise for the ever greater good (Feeling good, feeling great!)

BUT!

DIALOGUE MUST OCCUR WITH BOTH THE OTHER AND THE SELF (A duality of the invidividual HIGHER ORDER THINKING [let's take drugs!])

So, there must be a constant renewal of the self

Samuel Huntington's Clash of Civilizations (ATTACHED); is a theory that the world is becoming more and more divided through a series of binary oppositions (IT WAS ALWAYS LIKE THIS, but with an increasingly connected world, there become more and more areas of polarization (HATE AND LOVE, this usually leads to violence, we're violent creatures; so, how do we fight through our anger, our embarrassment, our disappointment in ourselves; I PERSONALLY think it is through something beautiful that can allow you to leave the self temporarily. I can only achieve this through playing music, maybe by writing notes, these notes are pretty fucking good, huh? Must've been a good talk; I hope you don't need a translator to read this effectively.

WHAT ARE THE INTERNAL DEBATES?

THE RISKS OF DIALOGUE REAR THEIR UGLY HEADS

Selectivity; we don't share all our humanity all of the time.

URBAN POVERTY

60% of the world will be living in cities by some date that I didn't write down (speculation, doesn't mean toooo much to this boy-o)

THIS MEANS MORE AND MORE URBAN POOR AKA SLUMDWELLERS

COSMPOLITANISM FROM BELOW

-A compulsory (involuntary [produced without being provoked by an other]) kind of cosmopolitan culture comes from these slums ( you're seeing the transmission already from AMERICA's URBAN POOR to other's music and style (AKA BASEBALL HATS in Kreuzberg)

-Multi-lingual; poor people in places like India where there is extremely high linguistic diversity are finding common ground through the market, maybe.

1/2 of the World's Ubran population will be in these kinds of slums.

THEY accomplish this new shared global cosmopolitanism through the internet, the visibility of stars in movies, sports, etc.; it is without any of the economic benefits that allow traditional cosmopolitanism to develop, aka people like me who grow up because they come in to a little bit of money.

This means local more and more becomes global; a butterfly flapping it's wings in venezuela won't cause a tornado in West Texas, but this is all conected at something deeper I tell myself...

THE URBAN POOR ARE FASCINATING!

They are performing great experiments in dialogue (demonstrating the risks!)

WRAPPING UP

CHANGING IDEAS OF CITIZENSHIP

Building our society on conviviality and dialogue rather than territoriality.

A HARD ROAD TO HOPE

IF WE ARE TWO DISTINCT 'I's

ME You
I I

The common ground is what we're standing on (It's about the environment, dude. THERE IS A NEW CRISIS LOOMING IN THE INTERNET[what if it gets overpolluted and everyday people can't even use it properly, we gotta find a way to be more efficient with our usage of space; AM I A FUCKING HYPOCRITE, or AM I JUST ON MY WAY; I have hope...)

OUTKAST GHETTO MUSIK IS THE VIDEO VERSION OF THIS NOTES IF YOU'RE BORED

I miss YOU! Time is short, but LOVE IS BIG.


LOVE,

al

LISTEN TO THE TEN YEAR's AFTER SONG "GONNA RUN" it's been a personal favorite of mine for about 4 years now.

That's RICH!

Verbosity is a target worth destroying. Frank Rich's op-ed for the nyt is a lot more convincing online, this week's edition is no exception.

I wondered if someone could construct a labrynth that one could enter without even noticing.

Music Video Examples of this tehnique in action:








Sunday is the Psychic Holiday. WHAT A DAY for a song in your heart and a beer in your gut.

Mynah Birds

I'm thinking at this exact moment about Rick James and Neil Young's ill-fated vocal group the Mynah Birds. If you listen to standout classic, sampled and retopping the chart funk like "Superfreak" and "Mary Jane" you hear a guy who could play his ass off on the bass on top of having an original and impressive vocal dynamic range.

Allmusic.com's take on the lifes and times of Dave Chappelle's misfortunate victim/accomplice in modern comic times.

In the late '70s, when the fortunes of Motown Records seemed to be flagging, Rick James came along and rescued the company, providing funky hits that updated the label's style and saw it through into the mid-'80s. Actually, James had been with Motown earlier, though nothing had come of it. After growing up in Buffalo and running away to join the Naval Reserves, he ran away from the Navy to Toronto, where he was in a band with future Buffalo Springfield members Neil Young and Bruce Palmer, and with Goldy McJohn, later of Steppenwolf. As the Mynah Birds, they signed to Motown and recorded, though no record was ever released.

James had a journeyman's career playing bass in various groups before signing again to Motown as an artist, songwriter, and producer. His first single, "You and I" (May 1978), topped the R&B charts and reached the pop Top 40. "Mary Jane" (September 1978) was another hit. Both were on James' debut album, Come Get It! (June 1978), which went gold. Subsequent efforts were not as successful, though Bustin' Out of L Seven (January 1979) featured the R&B hit "Bustin' Out" (April 1979). James returned to form with the number one R&B hit "Give It to Me Baby" (March 1981), featured on the million-selling Street Songs (April 1981), which also featured the hit "Super Freak."

James turned his production attention to resuscitating the career of the Temptations, recently returned to Motown, and "Standing on the Top" (April 1982), credited to the Temptations featuring Rick James, was an R&B Top Ten. (He also produced recordings by Teena Marie and the Mary Jane Girls.) James' follow-up to Street Songs was the gold-selling Throwin' Down (May 1982), which featured the hit "Dance Wit' Me." The title song of Cold Blooded (August 1983) became James' third R&B number one, and the album also featured his hit duet with Smokey Robinson, "Ebony Eyes." James' greatest-hits album Reflections (August 1984) featured the new track "17" (June 1984), which also became a hit. Glow (April 1985) contained Top Ten R&B singles in the title track and "Can't Stop," which was featured in the summer movie blockbuster Beverly Hills Cop. The Flag (June 1986) featured the hit "Sweet and Sexy Thing" (May 1986).

James left Motown for the Reprise division of Warner Bros. Records as of the album Wonderful (July 1988), which featured his number one R&B hit "Loosey's Rap," on which he was accompanied by rapper Roxanne Shante. Nevertheless, his "punk funk" didn't seem to rest comfortably with the trend toward rap/hip-hop. In 1989, James charted briefly with a medley of the Drifters hits "This Magic Moment" and "Dance With Me." In 1990, MC Hammer scored a massive hit with "U Can't Touch This," which consisted of his rap over the instrumental track of "Super Freak." That should have made for a career rebirth, but James was plagued by drug and legal problems that found him more frequently in court and in jail rather than in the recording studio. The majority of his legal woes behind him, James returned in 1997 with Urban Rapsody, which didn't yield any hits but was well accepted by critics. Rick James died of a heart attack on August 6, 2004, at his Los Angeles home.

REAL WORLD VERMONT

When did everyone decide to let Weird al become just al?

MEXICO: THE NOVEL

Nixon fixed his coat, and Groening poured it down your throat, middle name game, like Rob Smigel and the ex-presidents brilliant reanimation of Checkers, the first hound of the 1970's for a little while.

BLOG AWFUL SELF PROMOTION ONE MAN BAND FANSTAND GRANDIOSE TOMFOOLERY TOM SELLECK IN A LEXUS WITH TEXAS LICENSE PLATES WITH TINY ENGRAVED QUOTES FROM Y

WIKIPEDIA WRECKING CREW

BLOG AWFUL SELF PROMOTION ONE MAN BAND FANSTAND GRANDIOSE TOMFOOLERY TOM SELLECK IN A LEXUS WITH TEXAS LICENSE PLATES WITH TINY ENGRAVED QUOTES FROM YEATS, "THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US" (He was a fascist).

Oh LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA MANNY RAMIREZ STORY BEHIND THE STORY DATELINE CNN NEWSWEEK TABITHA CHRIS CONNELY PRINCETON NEW JERSEY

Well, you can read about the 'wrecking crew' that Phil Spector employed to weave the magic he left the world before finally getting locked up for being a fascist (this is the least surprising aspect of ANY successful post-war american they will tell you in some analysis at a left-wing think tank ran by mustachioed gay-rights champions), whatever you wanna call it, or you can watch this video OR READ below for the most important aspects of it that you will probably hear me screaming the next time I'm in LA on a crime spree.



Jai Alais (Highlights for fake mexicans)
YES LA, THAT WAS ME TOO! (SLUM VILL NBA REFERENCE comes shortly later)

electric vibraphone

Hand Drums are a fun game for the mentally ill.

Hilltop field was witness to some all-timers man.

Trumpets blare fanfare means it's time.

Thyme in my parsley jar means no respect.

Damn kids

Stealing my sweet premium wine, my yuengling lager, SLICK RICK on a mos def track?!

Oh, it's just a beat from the BEAT KONDUCTA series...

Work soon, job's great. I'm always early and I don't care.

butt prints

It's OVER

The Los Angeles Lakers are your 2009 NBA champions.

The Magic redeemed their 1994 squad that got swept by the dream shake and other such tools of the trade, by winning a single game.

My preseason predictions didn't tell us much of anything, other than predicting Al Harrington to the Knicks (nice) and putting Joakim Noah's somewhat suspect street cred/douchebag duality in to its proper CEntral New Jersey Prep School context.

So of course everyone shows Shaquille O'neal's twitter; this finals is somehow all about him. And the Cleveland trade talks? BOOOOOORING!!!!!

Don't let hipsters get you down guys.

Tweet Stuff

So ESPN has a big front page thing on what NBA players are tweeting; it suspiciously reminds me of what Bethlehem Shoals was doing at the baseline for some time now. When reached for comment freedarko said:

That's a tough one. Baseline wasn't the first place to spotlight player twits, but we certainly curated them harder, and with more of a distinct sensibility, than places that just looked for news-worthy stuff or JOKEZ. THis is somewhere between the two, no?

STRAIGHT FROM THE MOTHERFUCKIN' CASSETTE

So, I am trying to make the music, yes? New stuff to come soon.

Döner Kebap.

nouveau poor? HAHA! Ain't shit changed since '88, get on the corner and push something.

HEY BLOGGASS, readaboutrealpeople.

evil software!

AUTO TUNE IS DEAD!!!! AUTO TUNE IS DEAD!!!! Here's the software fungus that grows along side.

fanboy's fantastic damage book report format was rejected on the basis of paragraphs prone to rambling rapid free verse in free time. No particular scheme for rhyme, with 4/4/7/4 rythmic pulsing; the 7/4 measure feeling like a musical RIVER PLAT jersey.

Immanuel Kant

blogging is FASCINATING.

Someone once told me that the aformentioned Kant was a disbeliever in his maxims and imperatives late in life; calling out for dionysus and the likes, the need for travel, for experience, while your soul may live within you, it's not big deal till you can get along with other people and their various amazing lives.

The best blogs are giving it away as long as they can.

ART FOR ART's SAKE!

Barret Robbins handcuffed; silkscreen photo of the week! GET ON IT PEOPLE.

THE WALL

PETER SABO!

Hey ho; CROTCH ROCKET

Nate Dogg

THE FIX IS IN

IT's FIXED

J PHOENIX

HE USES COLBERTS TACTICS IN REVERSE: HE GETS HIS OWN MUSIC PROGRAM/TALK SHOW WHENEVER HE INTERVIEWS, like J-Wex, I think.

TNT

TOrtoise are opening my eyes, !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, prying those shutters
back in to two pieces
that was the piece of shit
task assigned to my brain



ZACH GALIFIANAKIS AND JOAQUIN PHOENIX ARE IN THIS TOGETHER!

ZG


Clone baritone orchestra
on loan from the man
himself, the slo-mo
mover and shaker
shimmies on down
just to let you know
he cares!

New Shit

Damn, axe to the grindstone...

WAT



THAT DAMN MARTIN...

sometimes

music is not the best thing to go with video of James Worthy throwing down TREMENDOUS dunks

Mudslide!

Yeah, Mudslide is fucking nice. I challenge anyone who claims to be telling their soul on record to deny the honesty on display, it's brave.

Dr. Dooom is, period.

YEEEEAAAAH

Kapono is finally a 76er.

Free Market Irritation

Ok, I get it; there are a frightening number of analysts doing NFL related things these days; Goodel read Orwell and thought, oh the access...meanwhile, idiots like me complain of Mike Breen, Mike Tirico and cheap Mike Tyson cameos in "big-time hollywood comedies". Is the NBA even popular enough for us to need 'pay-per-pal' announcing styles.

On another front; fuck student loans.

I think that instead of paying back a clear as day fuck you with a fist kind of way company, we could just say give an equivalent sum to worthwhile organizations (new energy projects, public funding for the arts, etc.) This way all the fuck-ups can think something other than, how am I gonna scrape together the cash this month?

RECESSION SPECIAL, track of the day in the wake of the "death" of AUTOTUNE; anyway, it's fake like wrestlin.

I think I am an addict for release; tomorrow a big ol' chunk of music.

No False Promises

NO time for that these days.

Music is free (if you've already paid the cost to read this message here), then it's all love.

Allmusic.com isn't always the best; sometimes though they write these obituaries that just crush your heart in to little thc et. al soaked pieces.

I tried to make a remix of one of these songs once; then I thought, that's silly, I didn't know the guy or anything personally affecting in this stuff. He just bares his soul though; if this 5-percenter online reference guide reading is to be used in any way whatsoever, we've got to consult further sources.

I was standing by the window's edge...

It's a beautiful day for dusting off someone else's trash; that you paid for, because the music is all that matters, we all pay for it one way or another.

The point of money is to make things complex.

The Labyrinth, this is what haunts me and my dreams.

I used to listen to this shit in some clown ass spaceship, had to be at least a medal-winner in the strange youthful memory olympics of Summer 2009.

LOTLS

Say what you will.



Say what you will.

Gary, Indiana? No, worldwide New York fame.

power is growing

Great Philadelphia metropolitan area hero AJ Daulerio put an email of mine to him on deadspin, 9 months in Spain paying off for this young musician:

Somehow my babelfish skills are otherworldy and strange, nice.

dudcast #10

It's never coming in your lifetime.



I gotta work late at night; our pet's heads are falling off!!!

racism still alive, they just be concealing it

I am not african-american, I am not white, I'm certainly not Latino (though phenotypically speaking signs point to otherwise...); that all said, this is a brilliant blog post. Oh the vitriol of the late naughts...

Audio Visual

Stupid Fuck
To be on tour while at home or the inverse, most at ease on the road that is something to aspire to for anyone.
Poor Comma Usage
Despite the alarming number of tools on twitter, celebrity impersonators (all of you), there must be one who uses the social network itself as a tool; part-time douchebag Bill Simmons succeeds in this endeavor by quoting himself in recent NBA articles/mailbags.
Putridity
The chemical factories’ stench had disappeared from the morning air; or should I say that my sense of smell was last used effectively in late May of the Roman Calendar year 2008? Huelva had its moments of pure, unadulterated bliss; the rolling of an ‘n’ joint; as in, I had smoked the hypothetical infinite variable of a power series of 1.
Capoing the 8th fret
Complete selfishness has resulted in little more than a life of lonely doubts; the taker finds the giver ever willing. We are the fuckers, chanted in slightly detuned unison, echoes off and passes through the paper thin walls. Just waves now, far far away from the port, of pure nothingness running through everything. This is a dream? Get me back to Fort Lauterdale related stories of German holidays.

TFC

Obama says...

I didn't want to hurt you, oh yeah!

This is why you should listen to Teenage Fanclub.

I am out of the loop.

WHAT?!?!?!?!!?!?

video game

I used to think that Guitar Hero and it's ilk were a horrifying development for anyone with pop culture nostalgia and a hit of fanboy desire lingering somewhere near the synaptic surface. Why, when one could practice playing guitar for some specific period of time (in the case of guitar hero) or hang out with your friends and play covers ("rock band") or take it to the next level and become a single band cover band (yuck, buttfucking crusty hetero hipsters...)? Now that pitchfork tells me that; 1) I'm a hypocrite for decrying hipsterdom's heinous anus expansion (POPPERS). 2) What if a shitload of people buy this stuff because it's cheaper than buying and maintaining real equipment? 3) It does pretty much all the work for you and rewards specialization/dedication. 4) It has a social element (gamers unite online and lord knows where else) 5) The Beatles got their own version, signed off by Paul Mccartney, Ringo Starr, Yoko (Plastic) Ono Lennon and Olivia Newton-John, I mean, Harrison.

Berlin offers a kind of cultural nourishment that my aching bones have been desiring since I set foot in Southern Spain's Southwestern nook that tourists the world over call "Andalucía" (often with the accent falling on the 'u' (Pixies Debaser) I found the DDR museum last night at 3:30 am strolling around unable to locate the proper way to arrive back home; no keys, no cash, just a strange bus ticket that somehow is acceptable to the driver no matter what. Sometimes the locals themselves omit the 'cía' and th-ay, "Omo Andalú!" (Somos Andaluz) (We are andalusian.) Speaking of bones, the milk in Spain tasted a little funny; it actually freaked me out. Then one day fresh milk randomly appeared in a bourgeois illusion fancy market; except they wilfully left out 'free' sample containers in a non-refrigerated area. German milk is delicious; I didn't know they had an A&P here too. So, maybe you think I'm talking about supermarkets too much, so then how can I really be absorbing culture? Well, I really just got here, and am experiencing a serious cerebral shock from all the various stimuli; people don't stare at me now on the street as if I am in the wrong place. "ESO QUÉ ES?"; with a slight crescendoing inflection on the final syllable.

Meal Time.

Gargling Salt Water

Ducasting #9 of 10: Grand Finale Pt. II (Sorry, no stream this time)

Musical Chronology:

Algo, Beat-O and Alex Sugiura have forged a creative partnership known as the Monday Night Band. They will be performing at STudio 54 in Berlin, Germany every Monday until midway through July. Here is the preliminary EP, entitled Table for 1.

Home Stretch

Dudcasting #8 of 10: Grand Finale pt. 1 of 3

The Lemonheads ask for so precious little.

Algo/Beat-O proceed to give you a sampler of the last calendar year's variety in sound;

Variation on a theme #1: Jack Ramsay's Sport Coat
Unemployable?
Now!
Tempting Klepto Klepel
High (ly Illegal)
Light Heart
Y, Dijo Miguel feat. Alex Sugiura on guitar/vocals
Oh, you know (in space)
Finally Unknown feat. Alex Sugiura on guitar/electric bass
Take Care of Business Yowza (Not Yogurt)
Roll Your Joint-Saving Grace feat. Danny Diction.

Death or Glory?

It's one thing to stick a banana in your exhaust-pipe, it's a whole different ball game when you jump off a fucking cliff!

MoonChild!

Dudcasting #7 of 10: I Can't Wait


Musical Cronology:

Algo/Beat-O hologram, Alex Sugiura on lead guitar.

Gladys Knight and the Pips get all cinematic.

Big Star get all holier than thou.

Teenage Fanclub say it loud and clear.

KMD blows it in your face.

Gram Parsons and the International Submarine Band country fry it.

Buddy Rich and his Big Band refer back to earlier posts.

What it is!

Dudcasting #6 of 10: TO THE MOON!

Musical Chronology:

Algo/Beat-O go for a ride.

Built To Spill remind certain suburban female 20 somethings of their bedroom when they were fifteen, also known as me and Domenico in 2009.

Donny Hathaway being real.

MFSB say SAMPLE THIS.

Michel Polnareff never ceases to amaze me.

V.

Dudcasting #5 of 10; rococo riposte.


All told, the foundation, established in 1939 by New York Jews who wanted to foster culture in the land that would become the state of Israel, used to give out about $2 million a year. The scholarship program is unabashedly aimed at casting Israel in a positive light. “A.I.C.F. works to create a broader understanding of Israel by facilitating opportunities to directly experience Israel’s culture,” its newsletter reads.

Musical Chronology:

SMOOTH ISRAEL PALESTINE CONFLICT; algo/beat-o

The porro says, anything to stop the pain.

Bill Cosby and a certain funeral/marching band play one for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Blackout 2!

Yikes

Yikes

Par Four Course

Duncecasting #4 of 10: Reflections

Musical Chronology:
Algo throws back to the summer child haze.

Wolf Parade play in 3, I think.

I flange for days.

Mike Watt's Tensile funk stink.

Elliott Smith and Co. circa '94.

(Brief auto-referential intramural basketball team name)
Terry Jacks gets ripped by Beat-O.

Big in Japan!

Front Page on the NYT Website

My Dad met Bobby Valentine at the U.S. Open (Flushing Meadows, Queens) in a booth with rich, white people and later told me that the master of disguises himself spoke a convincing "gaijin" japanese.

Building Cresecendoes

Duncecasting #3 of 10: Learning to Count to Three in French w/ a Native Speaker

Musical Chronology:
An Ode to left-handed Curtis; Algo on the boards, Alex Sugiura on Guitar and Beat-O on the ritmo kit.
Milano Calibro 9, anybody got a copy of that movie? Osanna with the preludio (theme).
Non-Phixion flips it.
Gram Parsons writes a period piece.
Outkast crumbles ‘erb.
The Million Dollar Quartet takes you out on a walk with Jesus.

NON-Sequitir

THANX JENS!