Sunday, December 31, 2006
Holy Shit
Monday, December 25, 2006
Say what?
RIP James Brown (1933-2006)
Sunday, December 24, 2006
(eyes blinking, zoom out)
Jack Womack's masterful novel about a rich New York family who gets displaced in a not-so-distant future. I read it a few years ago and then recently realized that I hadn't seen anything new in a while.
I DJ'd your Lord and Savior's birthday party
Merry Mothafuckin' Christmas!!
I saw Kyp Malone on my street getting some coffee at my local corner store. He had a crazy-colored scarf and cowboy boots on.
Here is your gift:
Deerhoof- Little Drummer Boy
Yee-haw!!
Monday, December 11, 2006
Years end, we drowned
I submitted my ballot for Idolator's replacement for the Village Voice's longstanding Pazz & Jop list. Lists are like wars or bad sneakers--silly. I'd rather be reading a Thomas M. Disch novel or watching Tom and Jerry cartoons. With blogs, hungry college students and trees taking back their magazines, criticism seems to be becoming more nonlinear, less hierarchy and more horizontal. Deleuze would be proud. Lester Bangs would not be proud. I'm glad Matos asked me to do this because lists are so fun and arbitrary and either way, Jace already told you that last year. So, without further arbitrary ado, here is my lame list for lame artists of the lame year and all that stuff in no particular order.
Liars, Drum's Not Dead
Ghostface Killah, Fishscale
Thom Yorke, The Eraser
Sonic Youth, Rather Ripped
TV on the Radio, Return to Cookie Mountain
Girl Talk, Night Ripper
Sunset Rubdown, Shut Up I Am Dreaming
T.I., King
Xiu Xiu, The Air Force
Ellen Allien & Apparat, Orchestra of Bubbles
Singles/Tracks:
Justice "Water of Nazareth"
Gnarls Barkley "Crazy"
Liars "The Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack"
T.I. "What You Know"
Ellen Allien & Apparat "Floating Points"
Sunset Rubdown "Stadiums and Shrines II"
Joselo "Sur"
The Knife "Silent Shout"
Matmos "Semen Song for James Bidgood"
Diddy "Future"
Zonk!
Deerhoof- Kidz Are So Small
(PS The song was downloaded out. Wait for the album!)
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Xiu Xiu video, take one
I am in Coney Island shooting a video for Xiu Xiu--wow, wow. It is fucking cold. My better half is directing for "Hello from Eau Claire" and if my hands don't fall off I hope to direct "The Wigmaster" (which is mine!!).
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Deerhoof's new album is a picasso
I got Deerhoof's excellent new album, Friend Opportunity, in the mail yesterday when it was freezing. Bigger sounds, strings and more pop. I would buy this record just for the art (David Shrigley, anyone?).
I'll be posting some MPfree's here soon.
Editors should be buried in Lincoln Memorial, too
I didn't know James Kim, but I certainly loved CNet's coverage of technology. More importantly, he seemed like a cool dad and a good person. And, with my grandfather sick in a hospital, loss is louder.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Slipstream pancake spaceships!
England has absinthe for water
I saw DJ /Rupture and Andy Moor of The Ex at their awesome show at Tonic, Saturday. With little else than some Kid 606 records and Moor's mathematic guitar work, the duo certainly astonished and befuddled the crowd. Most looked like they were at an academic conference run by German band Faust--in short, it was splendid.
But, I'm here to talk about Susanna Clarke's new book of short stories. I love the title, yet haven't read it. I'm still trucking through her 2005 Hugo Award-winning book.
And I changed the title for my imaginary short story collection that will be published in 3013. Afrika Bambataa is going to read it.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Rain, rain, rain, rain
There is a giant, dark gray rat on the corner of Madison Avenue and 26th St. I thought it was real but then realized it was 8 feet tall and wearing a Charlie Brown suit. Gray today in Manhattan like old people hair that is wet. What if you couldn't talk when you smoked? There are three dudes with cheap cigarettes and I want to walk over ask what time it is and wait for the giant rat to chomp on them and then quietly walk back over to where it is.
I saw a homeless guy playing "Nobody Beats the Biz" on tuba this morning.
Finished a good chunk of a new storrrry I never finished in Austin called "Yellow Pen" and I don't think its boring. I want the rat to read it.
