Thursday, January 31, 2008

BREAKING: Choire Sicha, Noted Monkeyman and Enemy of All Things Square, Caught Blogging For Busfare at Die Radarmaschine.

Updates as events warrant, which they will probably not.

Back to your regularly non-scripted non-programming. Also, NBS is a better writer than you. That is all.

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92nd and Wilshire


I'm just adding to the recent video bonanza on YM. More info here. I had to clip it right before Susie says "fuck you, Larry."

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Tribute to Rudy Guiliani: American Hero



This is a music blog.

Not About Vampire Weekend



What occurred to me after seeing this video was: Think about all the terrible rock bands you had to deal with at your Ivy League school. (We actually had one of those rap-rock bands too, whose frontman was this guy, to give you an idea of the aftermath.) Maybe the drummer was in your expos class, or maybe you shared a toilet pre-frosh weekend with the bassist, who (it's worth mentioning) also brought his bass to pre-frosh weekend, (you know) just in case. The guitarist, to put it plainly, wore all the wrong shirts to all the wrong parties. Every Monday night for about three years you got an email from that guitarist about his stupid fucking solo show at the Rock Bottom, and every Tuesday morning you ran into him and had to pretend like you really wanted to come but something came up. Rockstar Ben! Veritas Records! This was the closest any of them got to Blender. (Except for maybe Chester French--who?) Or if it was one of those really serious bands that tried to play actual venues off campus, somewhere that wasn't Loker Commons or the Quincy Cage or that frathouse started by all the guys who couldn't get into actual final clubs, maybe--maybe--they had a webpage with some MP3 links and pictures of Asian chicks dancing with each other, ostensibly to the music. Most of them haven't listened to much rock music except what's on the radio and MTV, most of them haven't seen a concert not attended by over 10,000 people, and I remember at least one rap-rocker singing the praises of and claiming as influences the "seriously underground" rappers Common and Mos Def. By/large these guys' musical educations stop at around age 19--yet they play, and systematically ruin Ivy League college campuses everywhere.

Do you remember how awful these guys were? Critical opinions aside, I would gladly read a mass email from the lead singer of Vampire Weekend.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Volcanos

Denton is either the smartest, luckiest or gayest person on earth. (I'm thinking two out of the three.) Not only does he score a major boost in page views with the Tom Cruise video, but he posts it himself, thereby absolving himself of the need to pay a lowly editor the 17 grand the traffic would have generated so far. And he gets a reach-around from the NYT.

It's clear he cannot be stopped with conventional means. Time to go nuclear, people.

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Friday, January 25, 2008

Wouldn't Leg


One of our new favorite sites is Blog de la Revolucion, mainly (or solely) because of their weekly Crofton Crier roundup.

This Thing Is On

Taryn Rejholec, a co-worker of mine in the web group at the Y, had the idea to showcase the Y's prestigious writing program with an online literary journal called Podium. Word is getting out. She's done a great job with it and it's probably the kind of stuff I should be doing instead of blogging Hitchens/Boteach or loading videos of Steve Martin and the hawkish-on-Iran Norman Podhoretz. Needless to say, she's smarter and much taller than I am.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

In Related News:
Here's A Picture of Tula Finklea.
[Ed. I Don't Get It.]


That is all for now. A book report is in the works. Stay tuned.

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Aish Not Afraid To Make The Hard Sell


Listen closely for the sound of one hand praying.

I Took My Pens and Added Yellow, Blue and Green

Found while browsing punk blogs last night, I missed the news that Lance Hahn died in October. Sad stuff. Here's a memorial page.

J Church - "Nostalgic for Nothing" and "Priest"

Previously:
  • "Dramatic History of a Boring Town"
  • "Part of the Problem"
  • "Bomb / Sacrifice" and "Misery"
  • "Cocktail Molotov"
  • Wednesday, January 23, 2008

    BREAKING! EXCLUSIVE: NYC SCHOOLS STAY OPEN DESPITE CELEBRITY DEATH

    We're late to the "big story" (again!) but Tuesdays are our volunteer day so please excuse us for putting the brakes on space and time in the 24-hour news continuum. Most important here is the pity we must reserve for those forced to cover a spectacle so clearly below their intellect, if not paycheck. Here's where we witness enough handwringing (didn't see that one coming!) to choke a flock of paparazzi to death. It's become a blogorial tradition to pause, flaunt your self-disgust, and then keep on truckin' the truck. Penance is just a "I Hate Myself" publish-button away and at least they have humor to stay warm and fuzzy while casting themselves as the real victims. Plus, I'm sure they were just following ord...oops, God wins!

    OK, what now? Oh, here's a roundup of recent YM Donors Choose Challenge contributions. You get pictures and personal thank you notes when you donate, if you needed any more incentive to help others.


    Legos for a special education class in the Bronx.


    Barnes & Nobles giftcards for Lower Manhattan high school students.


    Forensics science kits for "Super Sleuths."


    Bookcase and books for a school in Staten Island.

    Donate or volunteer. Like us.

    Saturday, January 19, 2008

    All About My Multimedia:
    It's The Exploding Plastic Inevitable!



    It's all come and been done before us. Then again, we've never claimed we're up to anything original around here. Says adastra213, via YouTube comments: "I am in this clip for a split-second, and so are a few of my friends from high school--we were utterly tripped out without taking a single drug. It is part of a short film called "E.P.I." (Exploding Plastic Inevitable) made by a guy named Ronald Nameth when the VU (sans Andy, Nico and Lou) played Chicago in June 1966. Danny Williams did the light show, and his niece made a documentary about him that won a prize at the Berlin Film Festival." YM is digging for more on adastra213's field trip from high school, which promises to be interesting to say the least. In the meantime, check out this article for the back story on Andy Wharhol's tour de force. Points for anyone who locates quotes by Walter Benjamin or Kathy Acker.

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    Presented Without Comment. Because Really, Words Do Not Suffice. God, I Miss The Eighties.


    Via Cafe Con Lesley, a happy happy place you should take the time to visit sometime.

    Friday, January 18, 2008

    Scene from a Jamaican Restaurant

    Last Night's YM Confabatory at Red Stripe Lounge had dubious results.

  • Dana's proletariat stumps would make better mulch. It doesn't matter that she has an upstate cousin who spent time in jail for fucking a pig; she has "yacht friends" and schmoozes with the antique scene on Park Avenue.

  • Speaking of barnyard rumbles, she also said "I would rather drink from the dick of a goat" than hang out with Nick Denton. Throw in Maud and make it a double!

  • Nic (I'm gonna stop calling him "99" here, too writerly and my strike beard won't allow it) and Lauren Cerand demonstrated the Antioch Touching Game. (Different Town, Same Theme, Great Search Phrase: "Cockfighting Ring" Found In Antioch, Police Investigate)

  • Number of times a human mouth contorted to form, expel and pollute my personal space with the word "Mahalo": 1.

  • The Fuzz (or Curt or whatever, I'm not allowed to say his real name and yes, my strike beard is pretty pissed about that) has an irony-clad list of his favorite things: Chelsea Peretti, Moe Jezebel, Julia & Jakob (still!) and making a long-winded talk with a short peer.

  • Rex still hasn't "fixed New York." We're waiting.

  • The Newsvine guy is really into accidental anal sex. (Was that off the record?)

  • Jim Nachlin didn't make it but will next time.

  • The Red Stripe owner wanted me to tell all of you to come by Saturday night for some great food and drinks. I would but I'm off to celebrate MLK as I do every year, by refusing to sit in the back of the Jitney on my way to a long weekend of hot tubbing in Sag Harbor!
  • Thursday, January 17, 2008

    Don't Make Me Link to Richard Blakeley

    Anyone care to explain this to me and why my name was dragged into it? I haven't a clue or the desire to search for one.

    My tracking of Gawker Media's daily duplicities is infinitely smaller than what it appears, but who am I to fight the swollen tide of popular opinion? Amplify it, I spray. No doubt we've all spent countless uncomfortable moments making-out with random Arabs in Paris to score hash only to get burned with a big fuckin' Tootsie Roll but this is ridiculous. I'm all for feeding paranoia and misconceptions but damn, on Jezebel?? I mean, they have a hot Jew chick on staff but that's where my interest starts and ends. WITH A THUD.

    (I guess I should have tumbld this.)

    Wednesday, January 16, 2008

    It's better to burn out than fade away*

    This morning I opened Entourage to find an email from Celebrity Death Beeper, which is always exciting. Who could it be? Will I finally win the office pool? (I'm still bitter about the Strom Thurmond/Paris Hilton pick 'em.)

    But no. Like John Lydon, I'm disappointed. Brad Renfro? To me, this is not a lamentable loss. I was sadder about Shannon Fucking Hoon. (Now Adam Rich on the other hand, that was a truly dark day in Hollywood.) Please go read all the comments in that Gawker post, by the way: The same people who mock the hapless children of celebrities are waxing poetic about fleeting genius, a star that shone too brightly.** And now he's stealing yachts in heaven.

    *The standard dead football player/cheerleader eulogy in my high school yearbooks.
    **UpdateJesus Armflapping Christ, this guy even mentions Adam Rich. Eggers was right, irony is dead.

    Tuesday, January 15, 2008

    Won't Someone Think of the Children?

    [Allow me to break down the fourth wall before I launch into my philippic here, because I need readers to know that I'm completely fucking aware of how humorless I've become. I'm no fun* at parties anymore. I get that. I wasn't originally going to post this, because it's such a downer, but apparently no one watched this week's episode of 60 Minutes, so why the hell not. Oh, and finally: STFU! IMAGINARY DISEASE! I told you so.]

    Did any of you read this prizewinning piece of investigative journalism from last week's NYT "Dining" section? (Odd that it wasn't in Thursday Styles, given its insipidity.) It's about a Republican housewife and self-appointed expert on diet and immunology from Colorado and how she's here to tell us that allergies are going to kill all of our children. (Not unlike these women, anorexics in the guise of vegans, who have assembled an entire lifestyle empire based on the premise that it's better for you to eat processed fake meat products than, say, an organic egg.) She's a leader of this absurd and hysterical crusade that's based on insubstantial anecdotes and demonstrably false citations of actual statistics (not to mention ethical conflicts of interest involving Big Pharm board members and sponsors). In typically lazy journo fashion, the writer states, "The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention put the number of deaths linked to food allergies at 12 in 2004," and then devotes five paragraphs to why Allergies Are Going to Kill Your Children anyhow, soliciting the opinion of two doctors, neither of whom had much to say. Interestingly enough, Harper's had an article in last month's issue (here's the PDF if you want it) on this very topic, and why this isn't just bogus hysteria, it's bogus hysteria propagated in part by the pharmaceutical industry.

    I was going to leave off there, with a snide closing about how this sort of self-involved advocacy is so typically American--someone who couldn't care less about other people until something unfortunate befalls her and she becomes evangelical about it (see John Walsh, Carolyn Maloney).

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    But then, last night, I saw this 60 Minutes segment about the use of rape as a method of warfare by soldiers (and civilians) in the Democratic Republic of Congo. (There's a civil war going on there--the most violent conflict since World War II, by the way--but the US has done essentially nothing about it.) Tens of thousands of women (and girls) have been raped, many so violently that they suffer fistulas, which--in case you don't read that article--are "a rupture of the walls that separate the vagina and bladder or rectum," and when they go untreated, which they often do, means total incontinence. So these victims are doubly shamed and ostracized not only because they've been raped, but also because they're unable to control their bodily functions.

    This was truly the most horrific news report I've seen/heard post-Katrina. It was almost too disturbing to watch (and writing about it is even difficult now), but if you do watch the video, or read the transcript, and you want to donate money, visit the Stephen Lewis Foundation website. They're raising funds for the Panzi Hospital, where some of these women are treated and housed. If you were feeling the need to assuage your liberal white guilt this week, I can't think of a better way.

    Fuck you, hysterical blond housewives and your precious, delicate offspring.

    *Was I ever fun-depends who you ask.

    Monday, January 14, 2008

    Hand on the glock

    Hi friends. Can we all get together and rise up against the fucking glockenspiel? Seriously, this once obscure Teutonic travesty has now become the go-to mallet instrument when you're looking to convey just-shy-of-treacly sincerity. Case in point: Fucking Juno (I added the "fucking," the movie is actually just called "Juno.") Throughout that flick, which, admittedly, I have yet to see, but based on the previews and these genuinely hilarious promo clips, I think I can offer up an informed opinion...throughout that flick, the characters run around on tippy toes to the sound of the goddamn glokenspiel. And who can blame them, really? How else are you expected to move about as bipeds when confronted with the glock? Just try shuffling, or better yet, sauntering. You can't do it. You have to get up on your toes and prance around.

    Of course, it's not just movies, but the goddamned indie bands who are flogging the glock. (Yes, it also means masturbation.) I blame Beck, as always.

    And as usual, thanks to my advanced age, I've run out of steam on this one.

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    For Chrissake, Even Balk's On Tumblr. Now We've Run Out Of The Last Remaining Excuse Not To Get With The Program. Spark It Up, Already!

    Alexander is back to the written word, all blogger-like. Just a little piece of gold for your evening commute.

    Talking With The Taxidermist About Poetry

    Bucky Turco discovered animal parts rearranger Nate Hill first, then we stole him when he was looking for an outlet to publish his Bible Rewrite serial. (After suggesting he pitch Salon and Radar to counter Slate's Blogging the Bible and finding no takers, YM's sacred burial ground was happily offered.) A friend says she refuses to read the site as long as pictures of dead animal are involved and Sac's initial reaction was pretty epic: "This is fantastic. When do we all get arrested?"

    But now, BUT NOW, the New York Times has determined him fit to feature with "And on the Third Day, He Created the FlounderOctoFrog." Who's laughing and getting arrested but now? We congratulate Nate on the honor but ask him to keep us in the loop next time. We were pretty close to getting Remnick to greenlight the same thing for Talk of the Town. Also, the new Animal Planet might be a good place for you.

    Silver Jews - "Animal Shapes"

    Sunday, January 13, 2008

    This Thing Looks Like That Thing Or: It Will Always Live In Our Minds And Hearts...

    You're Gonna Need Him

    Thursday, January 10, 2008

    Back to the Rock-n-Victrola

    The Lower East Side's own Sammy Cahn gives a history lesson. Emusic bargaineers take note, you can get the whole album as one download.

    The Vindictives - "Irresponsible"

    Previously:
  • "And the World Isn't Flat Anymore"
  • "This Is My Face"
  • "Dummyroom"
  • Tuesday, January 08, 2008

    A Dead Animal Man, A Dead Animal Man, A Dead Animal Man, A Dead Animal Man, A Dead Animal Man, A Dead Animal Man, A Dead Animal Man

    "Give Me New Hampshire And
    I Promise I'll Give You South Carolina"
    Or: I Thought YM Was A Music Blog?



    YM spent the weekend up in New Hampshire, checking out rallies and other campaign events and watching that most ennobling enterprise--democracy--at work. Highlights included John McCain's rockstar rollup to Peterborough's Town Hall, the hippie-burnout crowd assembled right around the corner at Harlow's Pub to hear Dennis Kucinich's reaction to being shut out of the ABC/Facebook event, Senator Lindsey Graham's peptalk (quoted above) to the volunteer troops at McCain HQ, Obama's Sunday morning speech at the Palace Theater in Manchester, and Hillary's rally at Nashua's High School North later that day. Photographic evidence: nil. Candidate handshakes: two. Media sightings: sundry, but as you know, this is a music blog, so we'll leave it at that. Suffice it to say, you should get out of the house more often.

    YM will be on location in South Carolina later this month covering the Democratic primaries, where Obama is already up to a double-digit lead in the polls. In the meantime, insert your drivel into the comments, as is your custom, you layabout companymen.

    Best regards.

    A Coney Island of the Blind

    Now's a good time to remind ourselves that YM is a music blog. May we never stray too far from the superfuzz and bigmuff again. We're rigged with unmetered traffic too, so don't be afraid to swallow this 27 mega-byscuit whole.

    Godspeed You! Black Emperor ::: "Sleep"

    Previously: Godspeed You Black Camaro!

    Friday, January 04, 2008

    Fat Chicks Joke, No?

    Dana, 99 and I have been vetting an idea for a post. It hasn't been easy. First, I'm stuck with a "strike beard" (I made the commitment months ago, covers up my chin-to-neck problem) even though I have no affiliation with shitbag media conglomerates or the people who wish to work for them. 99 fantasizes about getting boned by Jacob Lodwick's fake leg and Dana still worries about lipodystrophy from using antiretroviral drugs. Buffalo humps flatter no one. Emails, accusations, one-upmanships and going-down-ons were flying with faulty navigation all morning. So here's what we came up with:

    Word around town is that David Cro$$ (Google alert that, bitch) has put on some serious holiday weight. Anyone care to confirm if he's got chipmunk cheeks and a Grand Old Party belly? Leave a comment or email us.

    She Said. She Liked. The Ocean.

    Anonymous YM commenter musings...most likely from Bethesda.

    40 year spans can do a lot. Do you realize it has been to same time from 1928 to 1968 as it has from 1968 to 2008?

  • 1928 pre-depression USA: speakeasies, easy chicks out on Long Island (Jay Gatsby), a Republican in and elected to the White House.

  • 1968 pre-depression drugs USA: joints being passed, easy chicks everywhere, and a Republican elected to White House.

  • 2008 pre-depression of biblical disasters USA: blogs being RSS-ed, easy chicks on the Internet, a Republican in and (maybe) elected to the White House.

    100 years is better, from Hampton's Magazine in 1908:
    "When the expectations of wireless experts are realized everyone will have his own pocket telephone and may be called wherever he happens to be. . . . The citizen of the wireless age will walk abroad with a receiving apparatus compactly arranged in his hat and tuned to that one of myriad vibrations by which he has chosen be called. . . . .When that invention is perfected, we shall have a new series of daily miracles.
    So, you have to ask - where is my hat to put my iPod, iPhone, vPhone, etc in?
  • Thank You, Iowa

    Thursday, January 03, 2008

    Somebody needs to fire the new guy


    Or, like, let the interns do the HTML.

    What Is This Norbum Of Which You Speak? Or: We Are All Silicon Alley Now, I'm Sorry To Say.

    Something's in the kitchen with Jakob, and it ain't Julia. Lodwick (and possibly David Karp, of Tumblr, to which, incidentally, YM has yet to convert, our constant urgings notwithstanding) is brewing up some sort of open-source situation, having recently reserved a whole bunch of domain name plays off of "norbum". Via Silicon Alley Insider:

    Norbum is an anagram for Mob Run. If you know your Lodwick history you know that Vimeo was actually an anagram for Movie. Jakob's new project involves crowd sourcing. Depending on what project this is (he's working on multiple) this could be his idea for a bar without alcohol that he hinted to on his blog. or some other open source project.

    Word is that even if Norbum goes nowhere, there might be a bigger play in the offing. Stay tuned; as they say, the chicks have yet to hatch. We won't profess to speak for all here at ground central station, but the kid's sharp, real sharp, and you can slam your head against the keyboard all you want, it won't change a thing about it.

    Back to your regular programming. Where were we?

    Adventures of Bi-Polar Bear