The L Magazine recently posted online a brief article about newly extended hours at the Brooklyn Museum. The article alluded to “recently released worrisome attendance figures,” that linked to a story about the Museum by Robin Pogrebin that appeared in The New York Times on June 14, 2010.
"Worrisome" to whom might be an appropriate question to ask.
It seems strange that they bypassed Craig Finn, as his knack for serial narratives with character arcs and an obvious eye for detail lends itself nicely to a novel. And Gil Scott-Heron, "before the crack got to him," as L editor Mark Asch put it. What about Jeff Tweedy? He's a published poet. I'm going to throw Patrick Stickles in there too, as well as Jens Lekman. At the very least, he'd write a pretty decent memoir of his 20s.
The prospect of Godard's Oscar acceptance speech was always, we noted, "unlikely," given Godard's long and distinguished history of ducked appearances, declined honors, and distaste for mainstream American culture (post-60s). And now, as it turns out, the Academy has been unable to contact the reclusive director to tell him about his Oscar.
Also currently in progress, to be published over the next couple years, are interviews with "Dave Eggers, Ann Beattie, Samuel Delaney [sic], Louise Erdrich—and, yes, Jonathan Franzen." (Will the Delany interview be about his fiction or memoir or criticism or what? And will the Eggers one be "The Art of Altruistic Cross-Platform Old-Media Entrepreneurship #1" or something?) Stein also adds that the (above-linked) web archive of the Paris Review interviews will be updated and made more accessible. (The first one you should read is the Lost Interview with Leonard Michaels.)
This is really just incredible. The man below, singing Avril Lavigne's "Complicated," is suspected of having dangerous ties to Al-Qaeda. He's also, apparently, a hockey fan (did you know you can watch all Toronto Maple Leafs games in Punjabi? Bet you didn't.)
Not sure if you've seen any of these bizarro Taiwanese animated treatments of world news, but they're worth a look. If you don't believe me, please enjoy their take on our very own little DOWNTOWN GROUND ZERO DEATH MOSQUE CONTROVERSY. It's sad, but true.
Or, is he actually an avenging angel of the sexually straight? Or, a liberal fall guy meant to embarrass the righteous critics of the Islamic cultural center in Tribeca?
There's skateboarding, a hard-partying alien, and a cameo by John Norris in the new Wavves video for "Post Acid." No way! YES WAY! Wavves is playing Madison Square Garden in October. No way?
We learned yesterday that Sufjan Stevens will release a brand new full-length, The Age of Adz, on October 12th. Today, we get the first single from the album. It's called "I Walked," and it makes good on the press release's promise that Stevens' new material is "deliberately electronic, synthesized (and occasionally danceable!)." Download it at his Bandcamp page, or stream it right here, while quietly wishing there was even the slightest hint of a banjo.
During a show at the PNC Pavilion in Cincinnati on Wednesday night, Stone Temple Pilots frontman Scott Weiland fell into a hole. Seriously. Dude was just cold walking across the stage, singing some shitty song, when, whoops... into a hole he went. The most embarrassing part of the whole thing wasn't even that he fell, though—-it was that even during the 40 seconds or so the crew was trying to help him up, Weiland's vocals never stop, never even falter, leading everyone to the very obvious conclusion that Weiland lip-syncs. This is disappointing, I guess but definitely not as disappointing as the fact that there were actually people in attendance at a Stone Temple Pilots show. You'll have to jump ahead to 1:25 to the good bits, by the way. I don't want you to have to listen to any more of this bullshit than absolutely necessary.
The real selling point, though, is that the songs were recorded while the couple sailed along the Atlantic Coast, culled from material that was originally intended as merely a means of documenting their eight-month long trip at sea. So came songs like "Baltimore," "South Carolina," "Cape Dory" and "Bimini Bay," all capturing the quirkiness that you would imagine from two people who saved up enough money to buy a sailboat without any sailing experience.
Tonight, they'll be playing with a solid cast of supporting bands. Magic Bullets do a tropical-jangle thing, labelmates Family Portrait may have written the best summer jam of '09, and Cool Runnings I just like because I assume the John Candy movie of the same name means something to them. Never heard of Night Manager before, but I'm listening now, to a song called "Blackout Sex." Doors at 9pm, buy advance tickets here for $8, $10 at the door. Videos after the jump.
Earlier this week, we noted the early death, apparently from pancreatic cancer, of the very gifted anime filmmaker Satoshi Kon. Making the rounds today is this translation of a letter Kon wrote in the last days of his life, gracefully reflecting on his impending death and recalling the personal and professional preparations one apparently makes when one is dying swiftly of pancreatic cancer in what could reasonably expect to be middle age.
It's a lovely document of a man reluctantly agreeing to relinquish the work and human relationships that meant so much to him, and as such, you should read it, provided of course you don't work in an office where public weeping is frowned upon.
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