Is anyone impressed by anything these days? I mean really… I feel like I have already seen it all because of the internet, but for what it’s worth – getting a sick blowie from a groupie whilst performing on stage is probably the biggest G move of 2013.
Dan Bidondi is covering the Boston Bombing media marathon in Boston for Alex Jones’ conspiracy friendly Info Wars network.
A Cambridge resident armed with a camera called him out on the fact he thinks the F.B.I. blew people up.
Side note: 4 people dead 170 injured in Boston = $30 Million in donations. (Thank you, America.)
14 people dead, 200 injured in Texas = Barely $2 Million in donations. (Thank you, Willy Nelson.)
Darrius passed away 5 minutes ago. He was 1 years old. The African Dwarf Frog almost survived the harsh New England winter but is now swimming down the toilet towards his final destination in Frog Heaven. He is survived by his brother Gary and his roommates’ Me, Ashleigh, Melissa and JKLXVNIN. Circle of life bruh. Please pour one out for Darrius tonight where ever the evening may take you.
In a belated attempt to actually, you know, get people to look at this fucking blog, we thought of something completely original that will get our audience really excited: you now have permission to “Like” us on Facebook. The click you’ve been fiending for has finally arrived, and your life will never be quite the same again. Your reward? Temporary (seconds) satisfaction, and another way to access the shit ton of content and surprises we’re working on for the site, not to mention a meager payment to our criminally unrewarded staff (mainly ME). We get off on this shit.
The supervillain needs the right accomplices. There’s the good ones, like Madliband Ghostface, who complement DOOM’s weirdness and add their own. And then there are collaborations that look promising on paper but fizzle on wax. Exhibit A and B: Thom Yorke and Jneiro Jarel. I wanted to like Keys to the Cuff, but the busy, glitchy production never synched up with DOOM’s fragmented flow.
The latest henchman, Clams Casino, gives DOOM the space he needs. “Bookfiend” is all lazy synth stabs and ambient drums, the perfect backdrop for the Villain’s bizarre bars: “Taste stale/see the world in shades of grayscale.” Who else could say that with a straight face and sound ill?
Here’s to hoping DOOM snaps his string of underwhelming projects.
[The OG video has been removed from YouTube, but you can still see it here].
We’ve all been there–staring across at the rubber bucket, the glass milk bottle, or the hopelessly mis-sized basketball hoop with the certainty that where thousands of other players have failed, we would succeed in turning our hard earned cash into a big fucking stuffed panda at the carnival game booth, thus beating the system and proving that even within this cruel, dispassionate universe, the strength of one man’s will could momentarily supersede the cold, rigid laws of physics and carnival economics.
Because in real life, unless you’re a cute girl or little kid playing one of these games, those laws never fail. Newton’s rules of physics always apply, as does the old adage “Never lose your life savings to a carnie at the ‘Tubs of Fun’ booth.”
Aside from ticking off every box in the list of stereotypes about people who lose their life savings at a parking lot carnival, Henry Gribbohm is haunted with the constant reminder of his failure: a big stuffed dreadlocked banana, fated to haunt him forever with his mouth twisted into a mocking smile.
About a month ago, I received a mysterious DM on Twitter with a YouTube link to a fascinating 20-view video. Less than 2 weeks later, the video skyrocketed up to 20,000+ and continues to grow…
While most of you are still nursing deep cut wounds from the days of Budden’s Mood Muzik or coping with the fact that Slug is happy now, a new generation of sadness has arrived. Just 16 years old and hailing from Stockholm, Yung Lean Doer and the #sadboys will make you soul search. Why is he so sad, you ask? Because Lil B isn’t in Stockholm with him. Fair.
It’s very hard to process what’s going on here. For example, in the video for “PLASTIC G-SHOCK,” Yung Lean waves his gun around leaving most viewers a little on edge, not knowing the result of this emotional situation. While biting on the barrel, chills will run down your spine. The Based World has birthed another one. A mystery? A prophecy? A mockery? You decide. As I cook to these videos in my dark room, I too, am unsure about the future of Yung Lean Doer. I relate to his pain, his love for Arizona Iced Tea, and pray for his happiness. Enjoy. One love.
It’s true: white people love coffee table books. There’s nothing better than sipping your coffee from your coffee table lazily flipping through your coffee table book, which accomplishes the task of making you look really cool and smart for doing nothing better than staring at mostly big color photos and skimming some text you’ll soon forget. It’s hipster-ness defined.
And what group could be better at bringing a wry smile to the face of the aging hipster at their coffee tables than this news: the surviving Beastie Boys (Ad-Rock and Mike D) have just signed a deal with Random House for a book “celebrating their history and aesthetic,” according to the New York Times.
What we know is this: former ego trip editor Sacha Jenkins will oversee the project (released by subdivision Spiegel & Grau, of Jay-Z “Decoded” fame), and it will be a loose oral history of the group with contributions from other writers, something more of a “multidimensional experience” than a straight memoir (perhaps like the short-lived Grand Royal mag, they say). Oh, and lot’s of pictures.
What we don’t know: much else, as it’s slated for 2015. Start shopping for that perfect coffee table now.