December 2011
“New Year’s Day falls on a Sunday this year. U2 must be locked in a daisy chain of celebratory dick-sucking.”
—Patton Oswalt
Gimme Danger
Iggy & The Stooges
SONG OF THE DAY
Iggy & The Stooges
“Gimme Danger”
from the 1973 album Raw Power
Ballad Of Big Nothing
Elliott Smith
SONG OF THE DAY
Elliott Smith
“Ballad of Big Nothing”
from the 1997 album Either/Or
Episode 39: This One’s A Crime
Slights Of The Roundtable
PODCAST OF THE DAY
Slights of the Roundtable
Episode 39: This One’s A Crime
http://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/slights-of-the-roundtable/id429083455
reblogged from slightspodcast:
This week’s very special episode attempts something that’s never been done before on a podcast: a discussion of our favorite films of the year. So try not to make a mess all over the place while your mind is being blown because you get to hear two white guys over analyze frivolous things that privileged people like them get to waste time on. Give it a listen and then send us your top ten list. We’ll make a collage out of them in our padded rooms that we’re locked inside of!
“In simpler times you might dose up on Prozac and just ride the shit out, but even that escape was lost. Writing in The New York Review of Books this summer, Harvard Medical School’s Marcia Angell described how the life-tenderizing antidepressants required by more and more Americans to endure their lifestyle paradise—including an estimated 500,000 toddlers on antipsychotics—didn’t beat their placebos once studies were controlled for side-effects. The vast majority of contributors to the DSM, psychiatry’s gospel, were receiving money from pharmaceutical companies, making it at best a brochure, and at worst proof that the age of fraud had compromised even our own self-understanding.”
—Year in Review: Notions Eleven - The New York Observer
Hallelujah, I Love Her So
Ray Charles
SONG OF THE DAY
Ray Charles
“Hallelujah I Love Her So”
1956
“Critically panned, U2 have spent every record since “Pop” erasing it from their history and releasing records increasingly indistinguishable from one another, filled with Pollyanna sing-song rhymes (“A mole! Digging in a hole!”) and laden with overreaching pathos which add up to nothing.”
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20 Years After ‘Achtung Baby ’ - The Awl
They’ve done so much over the last decade to make you forget that you used to like them.
