One less fuckin’ whiner in the world. Kill all the white people.

Bill Hicks

Nobody makes good jokes anymore.

Bill Hicks’ routine “Play From Your Fucking Heart”

If anyone was ever worthy of dying young, it was this man. He did enough while he was around.


Finalist (top 16 out of 70 films) at the 2011 TUSC Tisch 48 Hour Film Festival, in which all films must be created, start to finish, in the span of 48 hours.

The following three elements were required in the film.
Prop: a card
Character: a dropout
Line: “I’m still learning”

Directed, shot and edited by Zach Schubert
Co-written by Zach Schubert and Brian Regan

Brian Regan
Michael Lawrence Piel
Maredith Sheridan
Jake Beckhard

Fun fact: Alec Baldwin was in attendance at the screening and he laughed.

Bassanovva, “Chicken Lover (Munchi Likes ‘Em Fried Moombahton remix)”

Whoah, I had heard a tiny bit of moombahton a month ago and didn’t think much of it, but the genre has moved a lot further in a very short time. Dirty dutch at the tempo of reggaeton, and just a dash of international flavor. I would much rather grind to this than dubstep, that’s for sure.

“The Virgin Suicides”

I remember my parents first watching this when I was younger and being rather confused by what it could have possibly been about. A couple of months ago, I managed to find my way to the synopsis online and was immediately fascinated by the story (yes I tend to spoil things for myself, I like to read, whatever.)

I won’t ruin it for you, dear reader, but the movie deserves some special notice separate from the concept. Since this flick has now broken the decade-old barrier and comparably few friends of mine have seen it, I think it has become a little misplaced for my generation. Our Sofia Coppola film will likely always be “Lost In Translation,” just because we were four years older for its release and it was, when it comes to my life, one of the first “good” “adult” films I saw in theaters. Sure, it went completely over my head, but Japan! Scarlett Johansson! I digress.

Light on dialogue, heavy on deliberate pacing and cinematography, Coppola leaves us in a dreamland-version of the 70’s, where everyone seems to drift from place to place. Even though the Lisbon sisters aren’t the prettiest or most interesting girls, you still manage to feel a little bit of the obsession the rest of their hometown does. James Woods is excellent as the father of the five girls: awkward in his protectiveness but willing to try to do what’s right. Josh Hartnett as Trip Fontaine is the perfect combo of man/boy mashing up in high-school.

It would be a mistake to not mention the score, constructed by Frenchy ambient-electronica duo Air. I’ll let the song below speak (play?) for itself, but let me ask you not to let this film slip through the cracks. It’s just too damn cool.

“Highschool Love” by Air

Music exec takes out a full page ad in the NYT criticizing Grammys

This guy, Steve Stoute, is whining that the show deliberately snubbed mainstream acts (Eminem, Bieber) for the alternative performers (Esperanza Spalding, Arcade Fire.) I promise that I’ll stop talking about the Grammys after this, but a cursory glance at Wikipedia informed me that there are 6,000+ members of NARAS who do the voting for the Grammys.

If I were more paranoid perhaps I could believe that NARAS doesn’t count the votes or that they somehow convinced more than 6,000 musicians to all vote in a “contrary” way, but I fail to see where this conspiracy holds up.

Now whether or not the Grammys’ voters are actually in touch with contemporary culture— well, that’s a much better question.

Music exec takes out a full page ad in the NYT criticizing Grammys