The wonderful Megan Carpentier, over at the Washington Independent, has a depressing list of the 10 Ways Insurance Companies Will Get Out of Reforming. Read it and be saddened.
I've tried my best to just look away from the bizarre and ongoing Prospect Park "random animal parts" mayhem. Mainly because it reminds me of those weird pseudo-events in middle school when "666" would get spray-painted on the special ed. outbuilding and pubescent wags would suggest that Roger the Janitor was a Satanist... ANYWAY.
Well, the recent beating death of one swan by other swans is just too fucked up to ignore: to paraphrase Peter Venkman, I'm pretty sure that Prospect Park is cursed by a malevolent paranormal entity. Does this freakiness augur the second coming of Zuul? Yeah, it does. Behold your imminent future, New Yorkers:
At the 8 Bands photo shoot a couple weeks ago, I introduced editorial assistant Lauren Beck to some of the dudes in MiniBoone, and she immediately started laughing out loud, and said, "You guys all have beards and glasses!" It was totally fucking crazy, and it was also the exact moment I started drinking heavily. Then one of them told us that it was for a video they were making, which I assume is this one.
According to Hyperallergic, Flood closed his talk titled "Creating Networks: The New Internationalism" at the Portland Art Museum with a get-off-my-lawn-like rant about blogs and the blogging bloggers who tweet them. It began with, “I just found out about blogs three months ago,” and then got so much better.
Each year, as we work on this feature, I have a piece of paper where I write the name of each band as they become official. I don't know why I do this, but it now seems like a very important step in the process, and so I thought I'd show you this year's, which was actually a torn-up piece of white cardboard. Totally lo-fi, right?
Putting aside the obvious environmental impact (which is just depressing), the impending Climate Bill will be sad and frustrating for far more superficial reasons, mainly because it will follow a similar pattern to the Health Care Bill, i.e., "Here's a bill with a lot of Republican ideas in it that is somehow being portrayed by Republicans as a socialist/communist/fascist/Muslim/Breatharian monstrosity." So, once again, many Democrats will have to defend an ideologically compromised piece of legislation to a bunch of ideologues. Gah, exhausting.
Only slightly less frustrating will be the outrage from more progressive Democrats. You see, even though my sympathies lie with them, I can't share their anger because this is exactly what Obama campaigned on, and insofar as I supported him then, it would seem a bit disingenuous to flip out now.
“Some people just aren’t meant to be together,” Keamy X said during last night’s episode, which pretty much sums up Lost at this point: no one is together anymore, except maybe Rose and Bernard, if they ain’t skeletons in some cave somewhere. Least of all: Sun and Jin, around whom “The Package” revolved.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say last night’s episode was a good one, but it wasn’t as terrible as so many have been lately. It might be because I’ve given up all hope that any episodes centered on characters’ flashsidewayses will be any good, but at least last night’s episode moved Lost forward without too much of the usual stalling and bullshit.
The Atlantic Theater Company's Neil Pepe, who directed the Broadway revival of Mamet's Speed-the-Plow in 2008 will direct, though no preview date or theater has been announced. A Life in the Theater premiered Off-Broadway in 1977 and was revived again Off-Broadway in 1992, but will be making its Broadway premiere. I hate to say it, but they should totally cast Robert Pattinson opposite Stewart and the show would sell out every night.
As of this moment, the OTB says it has about 100 non-binding letters of intent from bars, who likely think that the gambling will increase the drinking. And they are right.
It's finally here, our much-loved annual feature, 8 NYC Bands You Need to Hear, which means Music Editor Mike Conklin can go back to watching Welcome Back Kotter all day (true story). We lured all eight bands to Bushwick Country Club (thanks again) a couple Saturdays ago and took thousands of pictures. Here's a little taste of the BEHIND THE SCENES MAGIC. (For more, you can head to our Facebook page).
Behind the Scenes : 8 Bands You Need to See
Rodarte, the increasingly ubiquitous label founded in L.A. by sisters Kate and Laura Mulleavy (recently given the NYer profile treatment and favorites of our own Laurel Pinson), collaborated with Peter Kam (Hong Kong-based composer of the scores for several Jackie Chan movies) and director Wing Shya (who shoots stills on the sets of most Wong Kar Wai movies it seems) on this beautiful short film starring Maggie Cheung that's a lot like a series of four fashion spreads with movement. It also reminds of a certain Cindy Sherman series and some David Lynch dream sequences. (DesignYouTrust)
To which interviewer David Schwartz asks, "Woody Allen now, or from the [cinematographer] Gordon Willis period?"
Savides: The earlier Woody Allen. But I worked with him recently on Whatever Works, and he would've liked to have been able to do that. But there were circumstances beyond our control. I know he wanted to try to do that. Like have them come in, we see the room and we understand where we are, and then they end up talking, two-shot. Which Bergman does, too.
Schwartz: But he was not able to do it as much as he wanted or—?
Savides: Sometimes there are performance issues that you must cut around.
Juicy! A blind, item, almost: "WHOSE shitty performance did Woody Allen have to cut around in Whatever Works?" Except...
Though the meatpacker wasn't able to sell the building (the real estate market being, you know, not great right now) it will be leasing the space to the gallery, which will inaugurate the expansive new rooms with a show of the often uncomfortably funny and violent work of video and conceptual artist Jonathan Horowitz titled, wait for it... "Go Vegan!" Gavin Brown's Enterprise is undoubtedly one of the city's few big commercial galleries that can be expected to do something genuinely interesting and worthwhile with more space. Hopefully they get rid of that fresh meat smell before the veganism-themed exhibition opens. (ArtForum)
This comes through, a little, in the film's music, by James Murphy, which captures the feel of Los Angeles studio pop of the late 60s and early 70s—I thought, like P'fork did, of Harry Nilsson, though I really could have used a song like his "Everybody's Talking," from noted post-studio auteur film Midnight Cowboy.
But it's especially a matter of the cinematography, by Harris Savides.
Merry Muthafuckin' Christmas - Eazy-E is def my favorite These two dudes hanging Christmas lights…
In my defense, it works either way, & I love your stuff...
Ha - never mind, just re-read it properly for the 1st time (LOL)