I have loved Bruce McCall’s work since I was a kid reading National Lampoon. He gave this talk at Serious Play in 2008, with a nice sampling of his stuff. Brilliant.
50 years old, only slightly ahead of me. The Force is strong with him – as strong as a small pony.
HBO knows exactly how to build anticipation.
Looks sufficiently amusing.
is it April yet? Why not?
It’s been a while since I posted, for a variety of reasons, and I thought new musics would be a good way to get back to it. I discovered Good Shoes in a drunkard’s-walk exploration of eMusic, and fell immediately in love. They’re right in my British indie post-punk wheelhouse.
I suck at band comparisons, but their musical sound is right in the zone occupied by their better-known compatriots Arctic Monkeys, Maximo Park, Franz Ferdinand, and Kaiser Chiefs, featuring jangly, fuzzy guitars and bright, upbeat rhythms. Rhys Jones’s vocals call to mind the croony warbling of The Rakes’ Alan Donohoe and the ranty half-speaking style of The Fall’s Mark E. Smith (combined with the earnest intensity of Pete Shelley).
This song is high on the list of my current favorites – I can listen to it over and over:
That looks uncomfortable.
Rhys Jones’s vocals call to mind the croony warbling of The Rakes’ Alan Donohoe and the ranty half-speaking style of The Fall’s Mark E. Smith (combined with the earnest intensity of Pete Shelley). Times Change showcases the vocal similarities that make me love this band so much:
Their songs tend to revolve around matters of the heart, by turns plaintive or nostalgic (City By The Sea‘s “All I want’s a little more time to feel your heartbeat next to mine”) with an occasional foray into social/political critique (“How can you be so certain what you believe is the truth and what I believe in is not right?” from I Know). There’s nothing particularly mind-blowing or deep about them, but they aren’t especially vapid or naive either.
This is one of those very rare occasions when I discover a band I like a lot that is still active (unlike, say, The Rakes, who announced they were breaking up in late 2009, about three months before I found out about them). Good Shoes is (are?) currently touring in the UK; if they ever get to Chicago, I will be the first in line to buy tickets.
Holy. Freaking. Crap.
I don’t think there is a better argument for continued efforts in space travel than the sheer gorgeousness of this video. Sure, you can talk all you want about scientific benefits, improved understanding of our world and the universe, not having all our eggs trapped in a single fragile basket, and so on. But I find the surge of awe and wonder engendered by this video to be far more inspiring than any of that.
Be sure to embiggen the video. It deserves your full screen.
Holy crap. The best thing about this is that the science is not fully understood yet. All I know is, I demand a quantum-levitation transit system.
I can’t believe Grayson’s district voted him out of office in the midterms, but I am glad to see he is still around and still schooling the right wing. (And I’m sorry, P.J. O’Rourke, you were funny in your National Lampoon days, and you are kind of funny on Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me, but your politics are abominable. Seriously, “get him a bongo”?) Not visible on this clip – the standing ovation Grayson got.
Grayson could very well get my vote in 2016. He could even be the seed of a viable new party. (OK, that’s probably just wishful thinking.)
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