i've never pretended to present myself as some sort of "i love good photography and know how to talk about that shit like a pro" sort of guy, but i damn sure know when i like something, and i like ted pushinsky.
dude's selling an 11’x14’ silver gelatin print of "Andre the Giant Tossing Mr. Fuji" (edition of 100) for fitty clams, which is a goddamn steal. i wish i had some cash rolling round, but i shot my wad on that numero book/double lp i was talking up a couple days ago. ah well.
just when you think that you might be over the whole death of michael jackson media shit-storm, something like this comes out and reminds you that it should have come out a long long time ago.
can you believe that dj danger mouse has been doing his thing for almost a decade now? i was a sophomore in college when the grey album dropped and pretty much fried my brain and induced me to write tons of words about sampling laws, copyright, audio collage, etc.
i've been listening to some of his early pre-grey mixes and they're consistently blowing my mind with how smooth he was with mashing shit up while others were pretty much banging two sings together and hoping it didn't end up sounding like wet shoes in a dryer.
t.r.o.y. (follow these guys if you have ANY love of hip-hop) has a succinct sampling of strictly remixes he was behind, and grilled steeze has the four full discs danger mouse put out between 1999 and 2000 and a white label ep from 2002. i'm still sorting through all of this as i type this and highly recommend these, if even to see some interesting early experimentation from this guy.
here's some proof that he had been mixing it up with the beatles for a little while before jay-z retired, and that he had a little ways to go till he'd perfect the model.
on the one hand, i can't believe i just spent 66 bucks on this. on t'other... holy shit i am so psyched that i bought this!
"Between 1975-1977 Chicago's South Side night clubs were a little lighter. Not just because of a lanky white guy skulking about, but rather because of the camera and strobe light he carried. Michael Abramson hit Perv's House, Pepper's Hideout, The High Chaparral, The Patio Lounge, and The Showcase Lounge, not to capture the artists on stage, instead popping off a half dozen rolls every night on the crowd. Light: On The South Side gathers for the first time over 100 of these images, as Numero shines its own strobe on yet another dark corner of the past. The 132-page hard back book features photos, an ephemera section, and an essay by Nick Hornby. Housed in a gorgeous slipcase with the 12X12 book is Pepper's Jukebox, a seventeen track compilation of the kind of funky Chicago blues heard from the stage and the Wurlitizer. The deluxe 2LP set is packaged in a sharp gatefold jacket with two inner sleeves crammed to the gills with label scans and stories. All in all, it's the classiest Numero record ever made, spotted easily from across the room with it's near 2" spine."
"The first 250 copies ordered from our website will come with a signed and hand-numbered print from the photographer Michael Abramson, plus a limited edition bonus 45. The 45 will only be available for the first 1000 orders, after that it disappears permanently."
does this seem like your sort of shit? well, GO GET IT!
i've been messing with a pickles dickles tumblr page, and even though it's still in the planning stage and getting tweaked out somewhat often, the content is pretty much in the same vein as the blog you see before you, except it's pretty much just an internet spot to randomly dump images apropos of nothing whatsoever.
Kay so one GOOD thing about having a brokezorz computer, is that once you finnaly DO get around to checking all your feeds, there is a nice pile-up... which is esp nice for photo fiends like me.... So thanks BME, for supplying me with lots of this....
But then again, there are always the occasional this.... (I'm not linking you to the non censored version, you weirdo...)
but in the end, mostly this....
I just remembered I still have those glow in the dark paints... hhmmm...
my dad was a big nascar collector. occasionally would bring me to driver signings at local hooters restaurants. one time i asked my dad about what was it that made the cars stick to the track when they went into the high banked turns. my dads buddy bob chimed in and told me that it was centrifugal force, which just so happened to be the same force that made the waitresses hooters wobble all around the place. hilarity.
i really wasn't much older than that kid up there. kinda wish i had a picture of myself at a hooters as a child. i also wish that more hooters waitresses were as cute as the one up there.
it's entirely possible that adam sandler is gonna ruin this movie. it has a zillion things going for it. judd apatow, seth rogan, jonah hill, jason schwartzman.. the fucking wu-tang abbot the RZA... hopefully adam sandler can manage to not schmuck it up.
all that's well and good, but the real reason to be psyched about this flick is raaaaaaaandy.
i'm frightened by how obsessed i am with juggalo culture. it really teeters on the fine line between irony and sincere intrigue. something about the "family" that's been cultivated and maintained around the band and the various degrees of acts slightly removed from them just kinda hooked me. if i had the money, it's entirely possible that i might pull the trigger on a ticket to see this thing up close. it'd be like when your parents catch you smoking and make you chain smoke your way through a whole pack. i'd be cleansed of this whole thing and be able to go about the rest of my life..
let's check out the acts. i mean, i can see why gwar's on the bill. and yeah, sure, ice cube's gonna be there. so is vanilla ice. but coolio! the fuck's he been up to for the last decade? mc chris makes the scene? really?
what else is in store for you juggalos/ettes? airbrush face painters will help you "get your clown love on extra-hard!" inflatables so you can "throw yourself into it and have a fun like you were a little kid again!" a swimmin hole "for all your heat-beatin, belly-floppin needs!" (don't worry though, the water is treated to be safe both for swimming and drinking!?) a human cannonball will shoot himself out of a cannon three times a day every day! and best of all, straight-up, beyond fresh ($20) HELICOPTER RIDES! this is starting to sound like the best weekend campaway ever!
for those with a funny bone in need of some tickling, upchuck the clown's "fresh ass" late night comedy tent is looking to be off the HOOK! pauley shore! he had a show in MTV like 15 years ago! jimmy "jj from good times" walker! the beastie boys included his name in a rap couplet! rowdy roddy piper! he's a wrestling legend!
having typed all that out, reread it, rewritten some of it, and reread it, i'm absolutely certain that if i had the hundofitty to drop on this, i'd totally be whipping out my credit card right now.
i know i'm sold, but if you need any more information, check out of this fifteen minute infomercial:
i actually just bumped this to the top of my netflix queue. really. no joke. we're all watching it when it gets here.
i just read that violent j insisted that harland williams had to be in their movie big money hustlas. i liked rocket man as much as the next guy, but this is just such a weird and arbitrary thing to me...
the ICP blackhole of intrigue becomes deeper and darker with every passing moment.
YOU'RE STILL SUCKlIN ON BOOBIES AT 8 YEARS OLD!? i'm not the sort of fellow who's all up in arms about feeding in public, but i'd be pretty pissed if a kid well into elementary school crawled up onto their moms lap while i'm trying to get my sbarro on at the mall.
<--click to make big So one of my favorite art blogs posted this strip of screen shots from this old Russian documentary, and I got all excited to look it up, hoping for a horrifying and creepy time, but instead I found this adorable clip on youtube.
it's so great how the intro/outro music seems to prove that GG is in fact timeless in comparison to perms, shoulder pads and sassy audience members.
pick up the great, though horrifying, documentary hated (directed by todd philips) can be bought HERE. i recommend picking up the dvd/bobblehead bundle at the low low low price of 30 bucks.
so, through my position at the institution i while away 20 hours a week at, i was able to go to the dells and hang out for an afternoon and pull the curtain away to reveal the sausage factory that is antiques roadshow (no joke).
it's not pretty folks. all the magic happens in the editing room apparently.
all this talk of bargains has me dusting off some of my near mint on card, silver age indie rock.
this is looking to be a pretty big deal in the pretty small world of chip tunes. boing boing picked it up and it;s looking to have some legs with a bunch of other nerd-centric sites.
all this gets me thinking back to the whole grey album fandango when everyone was mashing shit up with jay-z and then giving is a really terrible name. like a lot of people, i got a bit obsessed and downloaded every smashemup of that stuff that i could find, and it's been forever and a day since i've dusted off Jay-Zeezer (terrible name? check!).
i know it's not great, but its heart is in the right place. i'm actually kinda shocked that it's still hosted somewhere.
and you should too. it's exactly like patton tells it as.
while we're on the topic of patton, fella's got a new movie coming out and i'd be a pretty shitty blogger (well, it'd make me look shittier than i actually am i guess) if i let it go unmentioned. writer director robert siegel has a pretty sterling track record so far (wrote the wrestler and formerly edited the onion), so i say go for it.
So Dreed and I have been talking about dogs a lot.. or rather, I have been talking about dogs, and Dreed has been putting up with it. Especially little dogs, and puppies. He says that the really little and fluffy dogs are creepy because they have been bred for so long to look that way. To which, I responded... somewheres abouts... fuck that shit, I want my dog as spherical and as fluffy as possible. I want a fluffy sphere, with tiny legs and a face. That's it.
we aren't assholes. let us know if we need to take down any copyrighted content, and we're on that. if we posted some stuff that we didn't credit, or got the credit wrong, get at us about that too, and we'll fix it.
