John Mulaney opened, which was a lovely treat. Who doesn't love John Mulaney? He was, perhaps, a bit too self-effacing. "Don't worry, I'm not here to see me either." Guy, this Thursday 10 o'clock show sold out the day after it was announced. I think it's safe to say the house is packed with comedy nerds.
In fact, I think I got some of the last tickets, because I was in the second to last row. The rise is dizzyingly steep, and both performers were so foreshortened they looked like pink toothpicks jammed into the stage. Still worth it! Louis came out after a very short opening set, chiding people for arriving late. "You could've done better. You missed John Mulaney and he was funny as shit."
Louis started with a long, very funny thing (I refuse to say chunk, that is just gross-sounding) about how he connects with old ladies. The theme of the evening seemed to be aging and the aged, including Louis himself. "Anyone that I'm not looking at right now might be dead." I'm not going to attempt to explain any of the jokes, because a. that is never funny and b. you probably want to just see it for yourself.
He was interrupted at one point by yelling in the front. Someone yelled shut up, loud enough to be heard all the way up in the faraway seats, so Louis stopped the show to mediate. "Did the usher leave?" he said. "I think an ejection is in order." When the audience applauded, he shushed us. "You aren't helping." He settled a dispute between someone who was mad about someone else talking, and the talking person, who had threatened to fuck him or her up. "So he said he'd fuck you up? No, I'd be upset too." I've never seen a loud talker up front NOT get ejected, but Louis helped them through it and everyone got to stay. ("So are you both okay? Please don't chat during my show. People come here to see me talk, and you are kind of interfering with that, when you are talking at the same time.") If this is how he is with his kids, he's a great dad.
The show proceeded, ranging from more old lady talk, to a long part about tit squeezing that involved the universal one handed tit squeeze gesture, to what it is like to live in a 45-year-old body. He closed with a meditation on murder that was so funny I almost barfed laughing. I know I promised not to attempt to joke-explain, but my favorite line of the night was: "I think the law against murder is the #1 thing preventing murder."
In the quick but effective encore, there was a moment where he seemed like maybe he was going to say something racist, and you could hear the entire audience being like NO DON'T RUIN IT, then what he said was the opposite of racist, and everyone laughed and applauded. Whew. Some people tried to give a standing ovation, but Louis didn't stick around to see it. How someone can do two shows in a night back to back like that and still sound so spontaneous is beyond me. He's a pro.
I'm not sure if you knew this—I certainly didn't—but apparently in this part of the Bible called Romans I, you can learn that when "God turns a people loose the first sins they embrace are the sexual lusts of the flesh." Scary. I guess? Anyway. The only reason that I know about Romans I and the horrors of sexual lust and our imminent fiery demise is because Lena Dunham made a video endorsing Barack Obama and encouraging people to vote. And this video has made a lot of conservatives very, very unhappy. So unhappy that some of them, like conservative writer and radio host Erick Erickson, tweeted that "what's worse than the Obama ad is that some people really do like it. We really do live in a fallen, depraved world destined for the fire." Destined for the fire? That sounds so dramatic. And hot. But what could be so bad about this Obama ad starring Lena Dunham that it would have people up in arms? Well, sex. In her endorsement, Lena Dunham makes some coy allusions to virginity. So, obviously this means that the sexpocalypse is coming.
And now we're all falling into a burning ring of fire.
This classical slasher, released 15 months after Friday the 13th, evokes that foundational film: a killer stalks a community, picking off its members in gruesome ways, terrorizing others. The only difference is we're not at summer camp: we're in a rural farming community, majority "Hittite," who "make the Amish look like swingers." They don't even use tractors—except for murder?
Last night marked the first live TV interview of America's recently dethroned Master of Sleaze and Skeeve in over 20 years. So that's what that special feeling in the air was while walking home from work. Here I thought it was the crisp fall air. To promote Guns N' Roses upcoming 12-night residency at, of course, the Hard Rock in Vegas, we were treated to the deep three-word monologues of frontman Axl Rose in response to Jimmy Kimmel's tempered questions. It was a good night for America and all that we stand for—corn, burgers, holiday traditions, VHS tapes, sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll—especially when the merits of the democratic voting process were boiled down to "meh." In case you missed it, CliffsNotes version follows:
1. Axl tends to be late to social engagements and these types of things, but he was right on time to the set of Jimmy Kimmel Live. Can you believe it? Jimmy can't.
2. Axl hitchhiked to L.A. at the age of 19. It went fairly well.
3. He was once the cool manager at Tower Video on Sunset who hired all his friends and let them drink beer after work. His time there was short-lived. He's since shrugged it off.
4. He and Izzy made a show flyer for one of their first bands called Rose. "There living fast and they'll die young!!! See them now!" it proclaims. Those were the good ol' days of uninhibited grammar rules and loose distinctions between "they're," "there" and "their."
If you’ve ever thought about taking the Bushwick gallery tour, this weekend is the time to do it. Bushwick’s currently offering some solid net art, a baby retrospective, a Dickchicken show, and a few exhibitions of underrepresented artists.
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Masterworks, monstrosities and implicit herpetologies are not lacking in this series of art picks from the current issue of our pleasurable paper.
Hey guys, my name is Signe Pierce and I'll be doing a new feature over here at The L showcasing the best .gifs from the past two weeks. I run a blog called Hyperrealitv which blends the electricity of art and nightlife in NYC with the hyperactivity of digital culture. With it I've tried to create a way to capture the life of the party without losing its energy. .Gifs, it turns out, are the perfect medium. To kick off the series, here are a few greatest hits from the archives to get you acquainted with what it is that I do. Hope to party with you soon!
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As tiresome as "the person or news outlet says awful thing/internet outrage pileon/apology or non-apology" cycle can be (I think we can all agree to never talk about binders ever again), it is pretty glorious to see once-mighty founts of stupid news brought low by hashtags. A half day from publication to unpublication is pretty good, internet feminists. If only our hashtags could vote.
Today's contribution is from Kanye West, lurking in the back of Ma$e's Harlem World entourage in this clip from 1998 (below). It's a delightful trip down memory lane on its own, but there are a few particularly key take-aways:
Did we mention that we're really into Divine Fits? Oh, we did, like a million times already? Well, its true. So it was a distinct pleasure to catch the band last night in the snug confines of Manhattan jazz club Drom, at a party thrown by Buzzfeed's recently launched music section. With band members too famous to ever need a "playing little bars"phase, small club shows were always going to be a rare bonus. But it seems as if the Fits would be content just hanging out forever, popping up Springsteen-style in dive bars to drink beers and play svelte rock covers. Last night, Dan Boeckner still had fresh cellophane on his arm from a tattoo he received upstairs ahead of time (which might not actually provide 100 percent fresh ink protection from wild rock n' roll flailing).
Indiana Republican Senate candidate Richard Mourdock said Tuesday when a woman becomes pregnant during a rape, "that's something God intended."
Mourdock, who's been locked in one of the country's most watched Senate races, was asked during the final minutes of a debate with Democratic challenger Rep. Joe Donnelly whether abortion should be allowed in cases of rape or incest.
"I struggled with it myself for a long time, but I came to realize that life is that gift from God. And, I think, even when life begins in that horrible situation of rape, that it is something that God intended to happen," Mourdock said. [AP]
I can't say I'm surprised that these guys think this garbage, it's that they feel comfortable saying it out loud during campaign events that terrifies me.
Do you think your background as an immigrant has informed your work?
Definitely. In the case of this film. It influenced it because I have a personal connection to Georgia. I’m not from Georgia, I’m from Russia, but there’s a common Soviet past that we have. For me, it was a very natural place to shoot because I could communicate with everyone over 20 by speaking Russian. The younger generation don’t speak Russian, but the older generation do.
facebook? did I miss something?
I never got a facebook site because I don't want to spend my free time…
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