P4K took it upon themselves to rank the top 50 videos of this so-called golden age. There's the Foo Fighters' faux Mentos commercial, Blur's lovable dancing milk carton, a 70s cop spoof by the Beastie Boys, Sinead O'Connor looking sad as hell in a black turtleneck, and the video down below (none of which are #1 according to P4K). Instant nostalgia. Enjoy.
Ok, I'm exaggerating. As entomologist Philip Koehler told the Wall Street Journal: “It’s not quite as easy as what everything thinks." Mr. Koehler obviously hates America and wants the terror bugs to win.
Two-and-an-half minutes of amped-up pop punk? Check. Sleater-Kinney's Carrie Brownstein losing her mind? Check. Isaac Brock looking like a character in 'Twas the Night Before Christmas? Check. (That last one was sort of a spoiler, sorry.) Why don't all music videos follow this formula? Chew on that while you wait for The Thermal's Personal Life to hit stores on September 7 via Kill Rock Stars.
Quick, somebody call Chuck Schumer! (Or at the very least just let the community boards decide.)
Unlike our Democrat politicians, superstar commenter gjk recently spoke quite eloquently on the subject:
According to Chuck:
The piece spans film history, biology, geopolitics, rhetoric, playground engineering, and internet fan culture. The best line comes near the end—"[Q]uicksand fans gradually shed their nostalgia. These days, they're spending less time digging up classic scenes from the 1960s and more time downloading low-budget quicksand porn—soft-core fetish videos showing female models floundering in bogs and mud pits"—but really, just read the whole thing. You have time.
Now anyone can visit the sites of hip-hop history (although, obviously, some are best seen via Street View) with Rap Genius's Rap Map, which explains all the important places in rap's evolution.
(Did anyone else smoke pine needles wrapped in skunkweed wrapped in toilet paper when they were kids? We called them parking lot cigarettes and boy did we look cool.)
Well, I mean, surely you already knew that. But I meant it literally—check out this satellite image:
This GPS map comes to us courtesy the Guardian, who note with bemusement the travels of one Nick Newcomen, who spent a month
blazing his trail across America driving America's publicly maintained roads with a tracking device switched on and off to spell out his message. He drove 12,328 miles in all (but came nowhere near New York).
In Brooklyn we fight over bike lanes, and black-clad bike vigilantes paint unauthorized routes in the night. Meanwhile, in Portland, bike nerds repainted a lane with things found on the racetracks of beloved Nintendo game Mario Kart, including bananas, speed boosts and stars, and everybody, even non-cyclists, thinks it's adorable and hilarious. The speed boosts, unfortunately, are strictly decorative. (TheDailyWhat)
So, "Bottled in Cork" is the hands-down best song on Ted Leo's most recent full-length, The Brutalist Bricks, and now it's got the hands-down best video of the year so far. Keep an eye out for Titus Andronicus frontman Patrick Stickles' cameo as a weepy theatergoer.
The L train subway platform signs that indicate more or less accurately how long you'll have to wait, it must be said, deflate the excitement of that moment when the train arrives in the station, all clanging wheels and whooshing air tunnels. Artist Jason Eppink and interactive public art collective Newmindspace miss that feeling, and have hung "Spoiler Alert" signs under L train signs in stations in Manhattan and Brooklyn, although (spoiler alert), they've probably all bee removed by now. (Gothamist)
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