December 2008
An open memo to Dov Charney
Motherfuck you and John Wayne for making Hipster Runoff default NSFW with your uber-porny ads. Dick.
No. 5: Erykah Badu, "New Amerykah Part One (4th... →
“Not always easy listening but rife with a humor that belies its difficult rep, New Amerykah rejects post-pubescent R&B’s focus group flattening and remains the one 2008 album I’d recommend to any listener, regardless of race, age, or genre partisanship.”
This album deserves a list to itself and is the only thing that should be on anybody’s list of anything this...
Maybe there’s a reason this was one of the few playable songs on that iPod last night.
So we talk about the music.
I came in here for that special offer
One of the newest Indian priests, Father Shijo Vadakumkara, made a trip to the local PetSmart to pick up food for the rectory’s cat. He wandered the aisles murmuring, “All this is for pets?”
Guaranteed Christianity.
I’m sorry. I’ve really been trying to give this a chance. And since it’s cropped up on the radio, there’s been ample opportunity. But the best I can come up with is that she went for “A Millie” and ended up with “I’m A Hustla.” Which is itself, of course, just a pale, years-late imitation of “U Don’t Know.” Which is ironic?...
And the Next (No) Big Wave of the future will be fomented (fermented) in the withering husks of hollowed-out McMansions; autumnal light gleaming through the two story foyers from ‘cross the wild patches of weeds, dandelions.
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Like, I mean, Joe Henderson is great here; his jagged, intense shards of dense noodling pureed into a smooth and rich sonic paste. Elvin’s thunder is only as sense-shattering as his brushes are fragile. Ron leads you through, always just threatening to leave everyone else in the dust but never making you fear that he actually will. And the man himself has such an earthy swagger that the...
All year we’ve been waitin’.
Wisconsin Ave X-mas Crime Spree! →
Wheeee!!! This really is the Greatest Depression!
Olsson's Is Closed →
I was mad bummed out too when I saw the Penn Quarter one had closed a few months ago. Not only did I always score tons of sweet deals there (I think I collected most of the Atlantic Coltrane records at under $10 a pop), but their little coffee shop was where I first got turned on to Abita beer, and the pastries and coffee were always on point if you didn’t feel like drinking.
Still plenty...
I want to love Air Lore too. But I’m just not sure about Steve McCall here. Clunky, sloppy drumming when played with great time is one of the great pleasures, but I’m not sure if McCall’s time is quite good enough to pull it off. I don’t think it’s amateurish, exactly…but I do think that I should not have to wonder about it.
Well. I didn’t think all this would end up here. A...
This is something I find really fascinating about jazz: I don’t have a seriously loving relationship to any Chick Corea record, but he is a helluva pianist with pin-point accurate time. It is a real education listening to Chick with Richard Davis and Elvin Jones in 1967, with Miroslav Vitous and Roy Haynes in 1968, with Holland and Dejohnette in 1969, with Holland and Barry Altschul in 1970,...
Holy shit! Getting off the internet for four whole days is awesome! Zebulon in Williamsburg is the truth! I’ll sleep when I’m dead!!!
In the late ’50s, while Lenny Bruce was beginning his climb to holy infamy...
– And herein lies the greatness of the Dan’s appeal, as well. (via lowlife)
hey, idolator has a tumblr feed now if you want to... →
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Duh. Why didn’t I make this connection before?
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Lenny Dykstra running a magazine? What could possibly go wrong?!
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