― Joseph McCombs (Joseph McCombs), Friday, 15 September 2006 22:38 (nineteen years ago)
― free the butterfield 8 (Jody Beth Rosen), Friday, 15 September 2006 22:52 (nineteen years ago)
yeah i don't get this. the movie is a coherent whole, separating out the second half doesn't make sense.
― gypsy mothra (gypsy mothra), Friday, 15 September 2006 23:09 (nineteen years ago)
― Wrinklepossum's Awesome Blossom (Wrinklepaws), Friday, 15 September 2006 23:58 (nineteen years ago)
― katie quirk (dubplatestyle), Saturday, 16 September 2006 00:06 (nineteen years ago)
― Run Ruud Run (Ken L), Saturday, 16 September 2006 00:13 (nineteen years ago)
Wrinklepaws, you sweet darling innocent. Let me send you some Nigerian spam.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Saturday, 16 September 2006 00:33 (nineteen years ago)
― Hoosteen (Hoosteen), Saturday, 16 September 2006 02:08 (nineteen years ago)
― Eppy (Eppy), Saturday, 16 September 2006 13:42 (nineteen years ago)
― don (dow), Saturday, 16 September 2006 17:23 (nineteen years ago)
― Urnst Kouch (Urnst Kouch), Saturday, 16 September 2006 17:32 (nineteen years ago)
― Pete Scholtes (Pete Scholtes), Thursday, 25 January 2007 21:46 (nineteen years ago)
― Pete Scholtes (Pete Scholtes), Friday, 26 January 2007 17:36 (nineteen years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 26 January 2007 17:44 (nineteen years ago)
Van De Voorde called Hoffman "a writer and editor with experience in hard news" who would help City Pages do more investigative reporting and narrative writing -- two New Times hallmarks.
Since CP does plenty of investigative reporting and narrative writing, who knows wtf this is supposed to mean. Unless they want CP to start writing, you know, dumber.
― Make a Beck Song #1 (M Matos), Friday, 26 January 2007 21:13 (nineteen years ago)
― M@tt He1g3s0n: oh u mad cuz im stylin on u (Matt Helgeson), Friday, 26 January 2007 21:21 (nineteen years ago)
trust me -- i join you all in hoping to christ the VV papers stay exactly as they are in that regard. i want matos/sylvester/eddy exactly where they are, only more so.
-- awful bliss (harvill...), October 25th, 2005.
― Roy Kasten (Roy Kasten), Friday, 26 January 2007 23:55 (nineteen years ago)
riiiiiight.
― maura (maura), Saturday, 27 January 2007 00:51 (nineteen years ago)
― don weiner (don weiner), Saturday, 27 January 2007 01:03 (nineteen years ago)
But hey at least there's still music ... I caught up and heard the Christina Aguilera for the first time this week. Surprisingly great.
― O'Connor (OConnorScribe), Saturday, 27 January 2007 03:53 (nineteen years ago)
― Grey, Ian (IanBrooklyn), Saturday, 27 January 2007 08:06 (nineteen years ago)
i just started seeing it a few weeks ago, but this week i saw issues of it EVERYWHERE. i guess they think the city pages is vulnerable or something..
― M@tt He1g3s0n: oh u mad cuz im stylin on u (Matt Helgeson), Saturday, 27 January 2007 23:25 (nineteen years ago)
Yeah, it's supposed to sound that way. "Some Loud Thunder," the title track off CYHSY's sophomore release, is a fun, crisp pop song—all hand claps and cowbells and jangly guitar—fed through a haze of radio static, like it's crackling between AM channels on a long drive through the desert. A nostalgic gesture, I guess. But it's also hard not to be skeptical. This is a band that emerged in 2005 as though genetically engineered in some East Village basement to generate blogger appeal. Their first, self-titled disc was packed with all the hippest rock references—Talking Heads, Neutral Milk Hotel, etc.-—but instead of being angular and crisp, those influences sounded as if they'd been left out in to the sun too long and melted into something warped and druggy.
― A-ron Hubbard (Hurting), Sunday, 28 January 2007 15:15 (nineteen years ago)
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Sunday, 28 January 2007 15:39 (nineteen years ago)
― A-ron Hubbard (Hurting), Sunday, 28 January 2007 15:41 (nineteen years ago)
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Sunday, 28 January 2007 15:43 (nineteen years ago)
― A-ron Hubbard (Hurting), Sunday, 28 January 2007 15:43 (nineteen years ago)
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Sunday, 28 January 2007 15:44 (nineteen years ago)
-"Crisp" twice in one short paragraph-"All the hippest musical references--Talking Heads, Neutral Milk Hotel"-"Whoa, this sounds weird!" beginning
― A-ron Hubbard (Hurting), Sunday, 28 January 2007 15:46 (nineteen years ago)
Frontman Alec Ounsworth sang like David Byrne and looked like a waiter at a vegan restaurant; like true hipsters, his band was accelerated and responsive, a psychedelic amoeba consuming rock idioms and excreting catchy little bits of digested zeitgeist. Take Thunder's dance-punk confection "Satan Said Dance," which wraps its pumping beat and twitchy chants in a swarm of electronic squiggles, belches, and bleeps, a rapturous sound that nonetheless sounds absolutely redolent of the Rapture. On top of all this, they had a silly name, and enough "DIY integrity" to flatten a polar bear. If they didn't happen to be so good, CYHSY would've been a pretty ingenious bit of meta-parody. As it stood, they were that rare rock item: a postmodern band that seemed to be genuinely, excitingly weird.
Sadly, knob-twiddling wooze-hound Dave Fridmann makes them sound very aware of all this on Thunder—the producer's atmospheric flourishes have always been heavy handed, but here they muddle tightly conceived pop tunes that would've sounded better scrappy. Too often, there's simply not enough of the band in the mix. What the record does have, though, is a collection of truly great melodies, and when the music focuses directly on them—meditating on simple chords—that new sense of sound and space offers moments of pure euphoria. "Emily Jean Stock" finds Ounsworth's strangled yelp riding the crest of a gorgeous Technicolor harmony, and the sub-aquatic "Five Easy Pieces," ripe for a Cameron Crowe love scene, is an equally beautiful bit of cycling mist. Time for a new producer. Two words: Danger Mouse.send a letter to the editor
Wow
― A-ron Hubbard (Hurting), Sunday, 28 January 2007 15:50 (nineteen years ago)
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Sunday, 28 January 2007 16:04 (nineteen years ago)
― A-ron Hubbard (Hurting), Sunday, 28 January 2007 16:10 (nineteen years ago)
so, "a psychedelic amoeba consuming rock idioms and excreting catchy little bits of digested zeitgeist" is characteristic of any "true hipster"?
― s1ocki (slutsky), Sunday, 28 January 2007 17:12 (nineteen years ago)
― A-ron Hubbard (Hurting), Sunday, 28 January 2007 17:17 (nineteen years ago)
― A-ron Hubbard (Hurting), Sunday, 28 January 2007 17:23 (nineteen years ago)
― Pete Scholtes (Pete Scholtes), Thursday, 1 February 2007 17:17 (nineteen years ago)
― Haikunym (Haikunym), Thursday, 1 February 2007 17:21 (nineteen years ago)
― jaymc (jaymc), Thursday, 1 February 2007 17:34 (nineteen years ago)
― jaymc (jaymc), Thursday, 1 February 2007 17:36 (nineteen years ago)
― A-ron Hubbard (Hurting), Thursday, 1 February 2007 17:39 (nineteen years ago)
― A-ron Hubbard (Hurting), Thursday, 1 February 2007 17:41 (nineteen years ago)
― under a rock (Uncle Tom), Friday, 2 February 2007 05:44 (nineteen years ago)
― sleeve (sleeve), Friday, 2 February 2007 06:36 (nineteen years ago)
― novamax (novamax), Friday, 2 February 2007 16:33 (nineteen years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 2 February 2007 16:35 (nineteen years ago)
It's a great song ... maybe doesn;t apply here, but hey, it's a nice plug for Linda Thompson anyway. :-)
― O'Connor (OConnorScribe), Friday, 2 February 2007 17:03 (nineteen years ago)