January 2010
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PopMatters Slipped Discs 2009 →
So, as in years past, PopMatters is offering a look at those Slipped Discs, the ones that our writers dearly loved and thought were important, but simply didn’t draw enough votes to make the [Year End] Top 60.
I contributed to this article and surely you’d all be shocked—beyond shocked—to learn which 2009 release I selected as my favorite. [My paragraphs are halfway down the...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-1-24) →
Adam Green (20)
Game Theory (17)
David Bowie (12)
Mt. St. Helens Vietnam Band (11)
Matt and Kim (11)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
How to Have an Amazing Saturday Night
1) Spelunk in the sofa cushions and empty your cup holders into the Coin Star machine so you can piece together enough cash to come to San Francisco.
2) Spend an incredibly fun day in the city with your new friends, then get violently ill an hour before the Tweetup, so ill that you start wondering how long you can lay on the bathroom floor before you get permanent tile creases on your face. Feel...
Who's Going to the Super Bowl? It's Complicated →
After last Saturday’s division playoffs, my enthusiasm for the NFL has waned to somewhere between my interest in contracting a food-borne illness and my desire to see deleted scenes from It’s Complicated. In all three cases — my Cardinals’ crushing loss, eating slightly undercooked chicken, or seeing a post-coital, post-menopausal Meryl Streep — I’m left...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-1-17) →
Robyn Hitchcock (34)
Robyn Hitchcock & the Venus 3 (32)
Two Cow Garage (29)
Elvis Costello (25)
Big Star (24)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Florence + The Machine: “Addicted to...
Somebody's Been Reading Raymond Chandler
“She’s got a body that would make the pope walk through a sliding glass door.” —Lee McDermott [Kevin Rahm] on last night’s episode of Desperate Housewives
“It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole through a stained glass window.” —Raymond Chandler, Farewell My Lovely [1940]
I’m watching Desperate Housewives on Hulu (NO, YOU...
Hey San Francisco Attendees. Attenders. People Who...
Who’d be down for a run on Saturday? I’m thinking six-ish miles at a comfortable pace, preferably through an area that may not result in being mowed down by oncoming traffic and may include many of the landmarks seen in the Full House opening credits. You know. The milkman. The paperboy. Even TV.
Either drop me a note at thetyping [at] gmail or answer this post if you’re...
WatchJimmy Fallon as Neil Young doing “Pants on the Ground”.
I hate myself for getting this reference.
—via robhuebel
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If Anyone Needs Me, I'll Be Intermittently Sobbing...
Jerheme Urban Would Play Exactly the Same If He...
HOLD ON TO THE EFFING BALL!
THAT’S WHAT THEY PAY YOU TO DO.
ALSO I HATE THE WAY YOU SPELL YOUR NAME.
YES I’M YELLING AND YES I’VE ALREADY OVERTURNED THE OTTOMAN.
Happy First Birthday, Knox Kiffin →
Knox Kiffin celebrated his first birthday yesterday, which was convenient since he could’ve used any number of flaming sofas or smoldering orange t-shirts to light the candle on his cake. Little Knox is the son of Lane Kiffin, the former (some might say disgraced, others might just snarl and gesture toward their own personal areas) University of Tennessee football coach who single-handedly...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-1-10) →
Wilson Pickett (48)
Richmond Fontaine (34)
Madness (33)
Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros (28)
Adam Green (25)
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“You can’t be a real country unless you have a beer and an airline. It...”
– Frank Zappa
Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?
I JUST PEED A LITTLE.
Arizona 51, Green Bay 45 (OT)
Wide Left! Wide Left? WIDE EFFING LEFT?!
My soul just threw up.
I hate you, Neil Rackers.
I hate you and I hate your special shoe and I hate your ass face.
This Game May Actually Kill Me.
What does spinal fluid taste like?
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Marathon Training: Week 2
8.0 miles 1:00:52 7:36/mile
Look out, Boston…I’m coming for you.
And I’m angry.
I Made It Ten Days Into the New Year Without...
But this morning will be the musical equivalent of binge eating. I’m essentially going to be the opening twenty minutes of a Lifetime movie, assuming you could swap out the overflowing plate of chicken legs and Haagen-Dazs for Underwater Moonlight and Jewels For Sophia.
It Could've Been Worse
There is a six-drawer dresser in my guest room. I rarely have guests, let alone the ones who stay long enough to justify unpacking their luggage, so the drawers are all inhabited by various bits of office flotsam: camera batteries, RCA cables, excess iPod chargers from the seven or eight deceased Apple devices that have been entombed in the drawer on the top left.
That’s also where I store...
I Just Spelled It "Releaved"
And it took me an embarrassingly long time to remember what vowel combination would make the dotted red line beneath it disappear.
I’ll be releaved relieved if I learn that this episode of dumbassery is only temporary and doesn’t hint at a more chronic condition.
“And the critics; they have panned and adored his work, in some twisted and...”
– Chuck Prophet—one hell of a fine musician himself—paying tribute to Alex Chilton.
Well worth the read. And while you’re on his site, I suggest you investigate Mr. Prophet’s own discography, beginning with his recently released ¡Let Freedom Ring!