Good Old Neon

I found this interesting coming from a dude who finds Michael Savage entertaining. Silly and irrational indeed.

As a frequent patron of Slipt Disk, a local indie music store that specialized in vinyl, my name was given to a reporter writing a story on the resurgence of vinyl, this was back in 94 or 95. Which is to say, I think the “current vinyl mania” is not so much a trend, and maybe more of fairly consistent business sustained by a small (in relative music buying terms) group of devotees. And I don’t think it’s going away anytime soon. With that said, my entire collection is still in storage, and has been since we moved into our home 8 years ago. Not a month goes by in which I don’t threaten to bu

After resisting “free downloads” for quite some time, I caved, and started patronizing Pirate Bay and other similar torrent sites. And what I’ve found is that I don’t invest as much time and effort listening to freely obtained material. For me, it renders individual albums sort of disposable. Back in the day, I exhausted entire paychecks purchasing music, and as a result, I valued my investment – I had to work for it, and made an effort to listen intently, purposely and actively. Now however, I’ll listen to a piece of music, and if it doesn’t offer immediate gratification, it gets “shelved” –

I tried liking these guys but they strike me as indie folk's (unsolicited) answer to the Jonas Brothers.

I saw Eric Bogosian at the Barnes & Noble in Burlington, MA. Edit: I also saw Steven Tyler at the Lahey Clinic in Burlington, MA - which, is just down the road from the Barnes and Noble at which I saw Eric Bogosian, as I've already stated. So, if you're in MA, and you want to hunt celebrities, you could do worse than Burlington.

I haven’t – do you think it would help if we were to cloth both the dog and the football in state of the art Velcro? That way, the quarterback only has to hit the dog with the ball, who, now hit, will have to decide if he’s going run for the end zone, or just turn around and attack the asshole who just hit him in the schnawz (sp?) with a football – either way, it’s sure to be entertaining.

I’m still waiting for someone to marry football, with dog fighting. Maybe replace all the players - with the exception of the quarterback – with steroid enhanced, super pit bulls, and see how that plays out.

Yes, the game, by its very nature, is to blame for the injuries. Golfers don't suffer the same frequency of brain injuries. But I agree that players are responsible for their own safety. And individuals who choose to play the sport do so knowing the risks, and if they are not aware, they should be made so. As for helmet improvements, it cuts both ways: “Nowinski says, the better helmets have become—and the more invulnerable they have made the player seem—the more athletes have been inclined to play recklessly “People love technological solutions,” Nowinski went on. “When I give speeches

Yep - one of the scarier, more tragic parts of the article: McKee got up and walked across the corridor, back to her office. “There’s one last thing,” she said. She pulled out a large photographic blowup of a brain-tissue sample. “This is a kid. I’m not allowed to talk about how he died. He was a good student. This is his brain. He’s eighteen years old. He played football. He’d been playing football for a couple of years.” She pointed to a series of dark spots on the image, where the stain had marked the presence of something abnormal. “He’s got all this tau. This is frontal and this is insu

For me, it has nothing to do with the subject matter, and everything to do with execution. See, I think it’s the opposite – it sounds a little too radio friendly, and not unlike the sort of bland easy listening stuff folks tend to enjoy listening to while at work. If it were not a Wilco song, how many fans would actively seek it out?

David Brooks should quit his day job** as a political analyst, and take up reviewing movies. ** Not really, he is one amongst an ever shrinking pool of sane conservatives.

It’s impossible to say, but had they not played football, it’s likely that many of the players discussed within the article would not have experienced dementia-like neurological decline in their 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. The only person who could answer “was it worth it?” is the individual, and unfortunately, some of them couldn’t comprehend the question. If it were me, given a choice between a.) fame and fortune with a side of dementia, and b.) a long, yet fame and fortune free life with my wits intact, I’d take b. Which is not to say those are the only two choices, as the majority of players will

It’s hard to articulate, it just doesn’t work for me…the chorus, aside from not appealing to me, is repetitive, it just sort of goes on and on, long past the point of interest.

Well said – that is my experience as well. I have to sort of develop a deep emotional attachment/relationship with a piece of music before it really cooks. Unfortunately, the new one and I aren’t really seeing eye to eye, but given time, that could certainly change – it has before.

At 38, I’m well, well past the point at which I give a rat’s ass about my indie cred – and even if I did, I’ve been away from the “scene” for so long, that, aside from my wife, my 3 year old daughter, and a few close friends, there’s no one around to impress. I always skip You and I…and I still think the Volkswagen thing was highly unfortunate, as, rightly or wrongly, justifiably or not, it ruined my enjoyment of that album, and tarnished my image of Wilco, the band.

Semantics.

Malcolm Gladwell has written a pretty disturbing article pointing out the similarities between football and dog fighting, and the degenerative neurological damage many players subject themselves too unknowingly. It is not anti-football, just a sobering look at the sort of future some players have in store. http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/10/19/091019fa_fact_gladwell

Same here – I get lost in it for hours at a time. Edit: Fuck the new Flaming Lips – this is “challenging” music performed compellingly.

From what I understand, the suits mucked with the story a bit, which might explain why the back story related to the emotional state of the monsters feels somewhat truncated. http://www.chud.com/articles/articles/13720/1/WHERE-THE-WILD-THINGS-ARE-BEING-COMPLETELY-RESHOT/Page1.html With that said, perhaps the monsters symbolize those parts of Max’s psyche that are not fully formed or developed. Keep in mind I haven’t viewed the movie, and so I’m probably talking out of my ass.

Good point. With few exceptions, the entire cannon of children’s literature and film is pretty damn dark – and the stuff that isn’t, well, it’s usually not very good.

THe freak show gets a bit freakier.... "Balloon Boy" Barfs On Live TV http://jezebel.com/5383093/balloon-boy-barfs-on-live-tv

I knew the dad looked familiar, and, sure enough - this family has appeared on Wife Swap. http://www.techbanyan.com/6176/richard-heene-family-wife-swap-balloon-boy-missing/ Verdict - attention whores