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"I don’t remember a lot of what I write. I try to release it after it’s out there so that I can be fresh again. I find that the creative side of my brain and the archival side of my brain don’t work well together." - George Meyer.
still the best
http://bandwidth.wamu.org/ian-mackaye-if-you-want-to-rebel-against-society-dont-dull-the-blade/
made my damn eyes water. best interview since he admitted to liking supertouch in the all ages book.
20 times in a row
perfect moment in music is when Ezec goes into the mic, "COT." New to this band in that I only sat down with them recently. They were too tough for me in high school (I sold Brightside to a used record store because it was "too hard") and I couldn't get down the past five years for whatever reason.
I took my foot off the new music pedal when I was 20. Happy I didn't run it into the ground... I have to stop what I'm doing when I listen to parts of these songs, which is exactly what I wanted to happen when I eased out. I applied that necessary need to catalog to other stuff... just not tunes. The music will be around until I die. Fine with not hearing Desperate Bicycles or Obituary (can't think of a song) until I need to. Man, what a tune. Hurts to listen to. Lovesick - also awesome.
The sound of a bell for the peace of the world, but a slough of myself still haunts in the dark
COPPED
Been looking for these for years. Finally found them. Lost an eBay bid on em for like $350 two summers ago -- two pairs at that price -- and wanted to go higher and couldn't. It doesn't matter. I Got You Now.
Digital paper trail of my hard work on the case: http://instagram.com/p/WA7e9fRmmh/ http://instagram.com/p/WQSmXURmma/ http://instagram.com/p/d4vBTmRmvk/
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Dead are the G.O.A.T. as my no-longer updated last.fm feed attests. Listen to Bird Song here and you are moshing, eyes rolling back in your head. World's finest band. As a sonic entity they are without compare .o. if you disagree, you're wrong. Maybe a dozen points of right and wrong in the music landscape. Dead are one. The greatest, the greatest, the greatest.
https://archive.org/details/gd73-03-16.sbd.hamilton-jackson.167.14770.sbefail.shnf
This is just so good it hurts. Everything about it is perfect. This is like the guy's wallet in Libra. More life in here than in a whole anything by anyone. (source)
RIP Arthur Gelb
From the Times obit:
“He also asked me to investigate Chinese restaurants,” Mr. Blumenthal said. “ ‘Who really owns them?’ he said. I ate well for two weeks and found out Chinese restaurants are owned by Chinese people.”
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Once, as an editor, he cornered a reporter and genially began: “You know what the guys say about me ...”
“Oh, sure,” the reporter replied matter-of-factly.
“What?” Mr. Gelb demanded.
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So good. Second one was the kicker. What about just going to work at a newspaper every day? What a life. The back alley through life is closed, I guess. RIP Arthur Gelb, Times M.E. Also relevant.
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One year today.
first
http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2012/07/23/120723fa_fact_bilger?currentPage=all#editorsnote
Never seen a correction before in The New Yorker. First time for everything, I guess. Great article, too. Obv.
www.latimes.com/entertainment/music/la-et-c1-gay-heavy-metal-20140508-story.html#page=2
What a great story. Good for them--great for them. "Focus" is such a great record. I guess this wasn't news, but front page of the LA Times is news. Here's to tolerance.
Your Old Buddy Gar
Gary Smith, of SI, is retiring. His reputation is earned, attended to and then some. In addition to what's been written elsewhere, here's what sticks out for me.
Never dug his style too deep but what a reporter. Details, lots of them. The big stuff too: no patches of knowledge--no weird lapses of editorial judgment(*) in these things (SI editors help). With the exception of the Pat Tillman story Rd 1, no no-nos. His work reads soft, but it's not. And it doesn't read that loud, either--if the lens is pink, it's not the pinkest, and the writing is spare. Everything either adds to the tune or advances the story. I don't love his style as much as, I do, say, this or this, but who am I? Exactly. It's just taste, and he checks off every box. No Writering to be found. No cliches--just lines you've read elsewhere. Smith's stuff is like Slint--stick with the genuine artifact and not the cottage industry.**
The second best part behind the reporting and the thing for me is how obscure Smith's subject matter tends to be. I got into sports (professionally, my day job) knowing I'd cover and follow something by definition mainstream. There's only one way to watch a game--on the one channel that broadcasts it--or to wear a jersey or to follow a team. I more or less dug that logic's impact on my career--with only one baseball league, my blinders would be kept on. No danger of winnowing down a Continental Basketball Association*** wormhole, the equivalent of which I do with music, clothing and other ephemera, things which I'll continue to do, but are hard to monetize****. But it's kept the whole business at an emotional remove.
Smith's stories weren't obscure--they're big features in SI--but many of his subjects were. Also-ran coaches, deep-sea divers and Indian athletes rest between Mike Keenan, Agassi and Mike Tyson. Almost like a throwback New Yorker issue where Jack McPhee spends 5,000 words on a canoe maker and Jonathan Schell does the same on nukes. (Or my guy Ian Frazier covers the same subject, albeit somewhere else.) It makes sense since good stories are everywhere, sure. And there's no novelty to obscurity. But only the best publications seem to put that in practice. Few strictly sports operations can afford to do it, or have someone good enough to. It's not something you can pitch. I never got a chance to experience first-hand what a mensch Smith was, either, which cements it all. But from here I dig him making something something by dint of him doing it. You can play around the margins and be the best there is. Bigger isn't always better. Better is better.
* - the linked Esq. story here where the chick dies and he can't get an interview w/her. Come on, man
** No disrespect to the 20 flawless bands that came up before the 20th season of SNL -- imperfect or fleeting music is always worth investing time in. Decent sports journalism, less so.
*** or whatever
**** Clothing, I mean. Not music.
The history of Slime as told by Ola Playa.
In the middle of March, one of Atlanta’s shadowiest and most quietly influential figures oozed out one of the most impressive releases of the Livemixtapes era- Slime Season (Year of the Slime).
Even though Ola Playa’s music, until...
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Whenever I have a bad day and listen to Turning Point, I think about how much worse Skip's bad days were than mine and it's not quite as bad after that. RIP Skip.
http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2004/02/16/040216fa_fact3
tell me what is better than this!!!! nothing is better than this when it's spinning.