“I’m not saying you’re not sexy if you’re 40, it’s the time. I want it now. If I’m willing to eat some stale cracker jacks…I’ll eat some stale cracker jacks, but I want ‘em RIGHT. NOW. If i say hand me those stale cracker jacks right there, and you say (sexy voice) “come and get ‘em”.. JUST THROW THEM ON THE FLOOR. THEY OLD. THE BOX IS OPEN. THERE’S NO PRIZE IN IT. WHERE THE MAGNIFYING GLASS? …One peanut? Get out of here. making me crawl around for old cracker jacks.”—Patrice O’Neal (via)
Beat-era author Jack Kerouac, legend has it, was an effortless genius.
Kerouac, it seems, wrote some of literature’s most well-crafted works while drunk and high, up all night, in between good-times adventures with his friends. Kerouac, too, kept up the persona that his work was done in one night while he was on copious substances, that perfect sentences spewed onto his typewriter like magical destiny.
After he died, historians discovered at least ten different drafts of ‘On The Road.’
Kerouac had worked hard.
This is a story that hip-hop expert and author Adam Mansbach told last night at a panel at New York University called ‘Politics, Lyricism, Literature.’ Adam clearly knows a lot about music. He also in all seriousness uses slang like “fresh” and humblebrags like crazy: “I actually just met up with [another author] when I was in Rome for my book tour.” It’s pretty funny.
But Adam wasn’t the reason I went to the panel, alone, at a school I never attended.
The Knicks Revival: Part One I have a confession to make, and you’re not gonna like it: I got a little bit sad when I woke up to find out that the NBA lockout was over. Not because I enjoyed watching my Twitter feed flooded with the bored and borderline delirious dispatches from NBA writers staked out in hotel lobbies, and not because I’m covering hockey and know that now SportsCenter will show the sport even less. No, it’s because I moved cross-country this summer and the return of basketball will be the first thing to truly make me long for New York. While the pizza and cab situations out here in SF pale in comparison to the city (and there is only one “the city”) I can deal with those things: I ride my bike a lot more, and we have better burritos. But out here we don’t have the New York Post and the Daily News competing to see who can be more cutting the day after a loss. We don’t have the mania of Penn Station on the day of a game, with folks pausing amidst the frenzy to offer an appreciative head nod to someone wearing Mason or Oakley. We don’t have the circus of will-we-get-Carmelo or the upcoming will-we-get-CP3. After being so bad for so long, the Knicks were and are just on the brink to returning to being the kind of team that’s the toast of the town, that has cab drivers honking and floor traders complaining and bartenders forgetting to pour. It’s self-centered, New York and the Knicks, and it’s probably super annoying to everyone else. But really, that’s why it’s so great. I missed the NBA this fall, sure, but that was basically nothing. The real missing is only about to begin. — Katie Baker
The Knicks Revival: Part Two GO NEW YORK GO NEW YORK GO NEW YORK GO! Too much? Too soon? Coming off the newly minted CBA, and Knicks fans are the biggest winners here. Chris Paul. It will be abbreviated, but this is the first full season of Melo and Amare decadence and boy are we Chris Paul about it!! This is a franchise full of intrigue whether you’re interested in the major market business economics angle (c.f. Chris Paulonomics), a coaching theorist curious to see if D’Antoni’s selling snake oil with no medicinal Chris Paul value, or just want to watch a couple of the NBA-elites do their thing, maybe RedRum the Heat locker room (All Melo and no Paul make Amare a dull boy).
Questions abound of course: Can we find a center? What does Billups have left in the tank? Landry? Iman Shumpert? Defense? And, oh yeah, will we name an official replacement for Donnie Walsh. But there’s one question with one answer that will start the apocalypse and render everything else irrelevant. Still, whether we get Chris Paul or not (haha), with the Knicks officially out of the dark ages, along with the up-and-coming Rangers, the clock has started on the Occupy Wall Street movement relocating to Madison Square Garden permanently. With a pit stop in New Orleans first. — Patrice Evans
“If I’m going to spend $52 to make my apartment smell like cannabis for 60 hours, I expect to wake up at the end of those 60 hours thigh-deep in chicken bones and half-eaten Hot Pockets with a 50-page opus on my desktop about how time is cyclical titled “SERIOUSLY_DO NOT FUCKING FORGET THIS.doc”, not holding an empty 9oz glass jar with the clearest head I’ve had since I was 14.”—2birds1blog points out the inherent fallacy behind a really expensive pot-scented candle. For the life of me, I cannot figure out who the target market for a $52 weed candle even is, and now I’m in a weird place. (via warmgun)
Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey) — spoiler alert! — is an excellent pointed choice for “retro” playlists, the whole conceit being built around voice mail harassment and all. it’s sort of a nice conversation piece for a terrible party. not saying that I would mind this party. that’s like 40/40 club for me. but I imagine if a host is like, hey normalites, let’s talk about how crazy it is that answering machines were a thing and basically don’t exist anymore, they probably need to offer a little more honey. but music by De La Soul Is Dead and/or Serge Gainsbourg might work as honey. those some organically sweet albums, dude. *bomb explosion* But… well, I don’t know, a host with an agenda about answering machines still seems like a steep hill to get over in the america’s next top party host competition.
Anyserge, now imagine I said something that made you laugh and cry about a kid from the bronx discovering this album and being like, oh snap! Life is so amazing! also pitchfork gave it a 10.
Scientists discover most relaxing tune ever (via shortlist)
Weightless works by using specific rhythms, tones, frequencies and intervals to relax the listener. A continuous rhythm of 60 BPM causes the brainwaves and heart rate to synchronise with the rhythm: a process known as ‘entrainment’. Low underlying bass tones relax the listener and a low whooshing sound with a trance-like quality takes the listener into an even deeper state of calm.Dr David Lewis, one of the UK’s leading stress specialists said: “‘Weightless’ induced the greatest relaxation – higher than any of the other music tested. Brain imaging studies have shown that music works at a very deep level within the brain, stimulating not only those regions responsible for processing sound but also ones associated with emotions.”
“We’re all born wanting the freedom to imagine a better and more beautiful future. But modern America has become a place so drearily confining and predictable that it chokes the life out of that built-in desire. Everything from our pop culture to our economy to our politics feels oppressive and unresponsive. We see 10 million commercials a day, and every day is the same life-killing chase for money, money and more money; the only thing that changes from minute to minute is that every tick of the clock brings with it another space-age vendor dreaming up some new way to try to sell you something or reach into your pocket. The relentless sameness of the two-party political system is beginning to feel like a Jacob’s Ladder nightmare with no end; we’re entering another turn on the four-year merry-go-round, and the thought of having to try to get excited about yet another minor quadrennial shift in the direction of one or the other pole of alienating corporate full-of-shitness is enough to make anyone want to smash his own hand flat with a hammer.”—
I liked Stillness is the Move, but the song that got me into Dirty Projectors was “Temecula Sunrise”. There’s a boom-bap groove that comes at 2:25 in the original song, earlier (:45) in this live version, and it’s one of my favorite measures of music in the last lots of years. A big part of that is the vocal arrangement, and it seems to be same one they use with Björk in this song without the backing drums. Both songs go quiet and loud, and I don’t like the loud part in this one as much as Sunrise, but the harmony arrangement is the same hypnotic catnip for me. (yes, i am a cat) I can listen to the Amber, Angel, Haley, Björk and Dave magic for day and days and weeks and longer. the only problem is that I listen to quiet/loud music like I dance to the song “Shout” (just a little bit louder now), so I have to do all my chores and writing all close to the floor and stuff and only get to walk normal in the noisy part I don’t like. So the lesson is that life = compromise, I think.