We can argue back and forth until we’re blue in the tits about whether or not recorded music has monetary value anymore, and if pirating is analogous to actual real world theft. I happen to think it is, others are welcome to argue that downloading a bootleg of Star Trek 2 is a bold freedom-fighter’s stance, the internet equivalent of marching in the streets of Instanbul. That’s not what we’re here to talk about today, however. Instead, I’d like to consider the enablers of said leaking, as in the case of the new Kanye record Yeezus, which, despite Buzzfeed’s assurances to the contrary just a few hours ago, has apparently leaked.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
|József Rippl-Rónai, 1907|
A father’s job isn’t easy. They’re meant to provide for us, challenge us, and subtly undermine our questionable decisions to pursue that “creative” job we’re hoping to land any day now. As you get older, things start to level off a bit, and you can experience the pleasure of taking your father out for a drink and picking up the tab. It’s a nice gesture, but more importantly, a way to show that you can actually scrape two nickels together on your own. He might refuse at first, but he’ll respect you for it. Just don’t make a habit of it, because that dude probably has way more money than you.
None of those sound like dad? Here’s an idea: Go to his bar. Not the one he thinks you’ll both like, not the one that will impress him, but the one he normally goes to. Sit next to him, let him order as many crappy macrobrews as he wants. Listen, ask him questions about his life, keep your mouth shut for once about your problems and exciting projects. You may just learn something. With that in mind, you’re a good man Bobby O’Neil. But I’m probably not going to get down to Kingston this weekend, because, you know, I’ve got all this stuff going on.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Looking like the steep angles you’d expect to find on a modernist architect’s Pinterest board, the graph of tweet gripes reached ever upward, the steadily-incremental echo of disdain thundering on social media with enough chorus to make one’s bile ducts flutter. Notification alerts pulsed on iPad minis. In the sleek shared-work office spaces from Cambridge to Brooklyn, a sea of social media mavens in dress hoodies #smh’d at the hypnotically dorking galumphing of the latest New York Times Style Section trend piece.
Away from the fray, late adopters could be overheard invoking The Return of the Club Kids, or The Return of Vinyl, or The Hipsterfication of Brooklyn, the long-neglected, but suddenly ascendant borough of New York City, just across the river from Manhattan, a short ride on the subway away. Three models from the Netherlands, Italy and Brazil were off being models somewhere, oblivious to the significance. “We had dinner with Tiesto,” the Dutch model said, name-dropping a famous D.J. from her homeland. No one could hear her speak, because it was Thursday, Style day, or Thurstyle, as its becoming increasingly known from Cambridge to Brooklyn, and also Austin and other of the top cities around the country. San Francisco, say.
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I really, really did not want to find anything pleasurable about this. This video for "The Devil Came Up To Boston" I mean, specifically, but I guess you could also apply that outlook to everything I've ever experienced. And yet, against all odds, and despite my utter fatigue with Boston as a meme, this remake of the Charlie Daniels Band classic by the Adam Ezra Group is mildly amusing.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Awe-inspiring in its pursuit of singleminded obsolescence, this Pigeons and Planes slideshow listicle 10 Obnoxious Things Hipsters Say About Music is so bad I almost respect it. It’s not easy constructing a fallacy of a premise on top of a cliché of a foundation and then actually following through with the legwork of hefting the shoddy structure up, just sentence after sentence of corrupted, soulless nothingness. This type of dedication to saying literally not one new thing that hasn’t already been said thousands of times on this very subject in thousands of other posts makes me think there has to be some other devious design at work here.
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Nathan Fielder, a comedian of some sort, who you may remember as the driving force behind that “accidentally” text your parents and make them think you’re a drug dealer gag, is back again with another laffer. This time he’s encouraging people to text their significant others the following:
"I haven't been fully honest with you" then dont reply to them for 1 hr (& tweet pic of thr response)
HAHAH. I bet all those assholes got fucked up real good. Buzzfeed has a round up of some of the ZANIEST reactions from people who likely panicked for an hour in fear that the person they love had hurt them. Here are a few of the WACKIEST.
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