I drank a Red Bull once, and it immediately made me want to spit up. That notwithstanding, check out Red Bull Music Academy's "abbreviated survey of iconic New York City venues .. and what became of them: "The Rent's Too Damn High."
This one was making the rounds quite a bit this past week, but it is admittedly too great not to share. Courtesy of the amazing Dangerous Minds, enjoy these sublimely isolated Beatle vocal tracks. As a counterpoint, here's a reel of Beatles' bloopers.
This article had my BLOOD BOILING on Friday. Wired is speculating that we're soon to see the demise of the iconic iPod Classic, the device that allows you to carry 160 GB of music around in your pocket. Here's the quote that made my want to go on a killing spree:
“Honestly, I think it’s time for [the iPod classic] to be retired,” Boundless app CEO Ariel Diaz said. “It may be serving a small space for lots of music in a compact package, but it’s already an antiquated notion as we move to a world of streaming music instead of local MP3s and AACs.”
Hey...SCREW YOU, Ariel! I'LL STREAM WHEN I'M DEAD! Personally speaking, I QUITE LIKE being able to carry most of my music collection around with me, and I SURE AS HELL don't want to have to rely on my connection in order to enjoy my music. Ever ridden on a fuckin' subway? DON'T TAKE AWAY THE iPOD CLASSIC, YOU FASCISTS!!!
Speaking of not wanting to rely on a connection, here's a handy guide for thoroughly erasing yourself from the Internet, courtesy of Huffington Post.
I wan't originally going to post anything about the stupid Miley Cyrus VMA kerfuffle as, frankly, it entirely saturated the media for longer than it should've. Then I spotted an article that really stuck in my brain, so I thought I'd address it here, that being Hipstercrite's Forget Miley: How to Talk to Children About their Shitty Taste in Music.
Look, nobody -- and I mean NOBODY -- hates today's vacuous, lo.com.denom pop more than yours truly, and I entirely agree with the assertion that the likes of Miley Cyrus and Robin Thicke and their ilk make truly, shitty, shitty music, but this article is just going to entirely backfire if taken seriously. I vividly remember my own parents attempting to convince me that the music I was enjoying -- whether it was KISS or the Stones or Pink Floyd or Cheap Trick or Twisted Sister or The Clash or Black Flag -- was similarly devoid of any merit whatsoever, and you know what? That argument only reinforced my suspicions and made me cherish the music in question all the more.
Bottom line: Parents aren't supposed to understand, appreciate and/or espouse the music their kids like. It's not for us. Sure, I play music around my kids, and love it when they're able to sing along with, say, "Uncontrollable Urge" by Devo, but there's going to come a point when they discover their own favorite music, and I'll invariably hate it, but I'm going to attempt to keep my very big mouth shut when that happens. I can only hope that it's not something as stupid, derivative and offensive as "Blurred Lines." I'm just going to have faith in my kids' own abilities to avoid abject bullshit when they hear it.
Regarding music that doesn't entirely suck out loud, however, it seems there's a new exhibition of rarified Clash ephemera going on in London's Soho. This is invariably timed to promote the band's sprawling new box set (a lovely artifact that I shall not be purchasing). Regardless, if you want to co check out the bass Paul Simonon smashed the shit out (as depicted on the iconic sleeve of London Calling), that's where you'll find out.
Lastly, back on the New York tip, check out this lovely collection of photographs of the daily life of the NYPD in the 1970's (including this awesome St. Marks Place shot above). Enjoy!