Burning Flags Press The website of Glen E. Friedman. Renowned for both his work with musicians like Fugazi, Minor Threat, Public Enemy, the Beastie Boys, Slayer (and many, many more) as well as his groundbreaking documentation of the burgeoning skateboard phenomenon in the late `70's, Glen has been privvy to (and has summarily captured on film) some of the coolest stuff ever. He's also an incredibly insightful and nice guy to boot.
SoHo Blues - Photography by Allan Tannenbaum Allan Tannenbaum is a local photographer who has been everywhere and shot everything, from members of Blondie hanging out at the Mudd Club through the collapsing towers of the World Trade Center on September 11th. You could spend hours on this site, and I have.
Robert Otter Photographs Amazing vintage photographs of New York City, specifically my own neighborhood, Greenwich Village.
oboylephoto Just some intensely cool photographs of abandoned places.
The Weblog of Spumco's John K. The weblog of cartoonist John Kricfalusi, crazed mind and frantic pencil behind the original "Ren & Stimpy," as well as "The Goddamn George Liquor Show." Surreal, unapologetic, uncompromising genius.
I was quite a busy little bunny today. Over at The Job, I penned yet another rumination about the travails of parenting and the mythology of Easter (you may remember me discussing my previous one from last week). Please avail yourselves to it here, but be warned -- it deals in unflinchingly frank terms about the Easter Bunny. If you're not prepared to face up to some hard truths, you'd be better off not clicking.
On other fronts, I also penned a quick little story about the oddest book title of the year: "Cooking With Poo." Should that get your mouth watering, click right here to read it.
Incidentally, I found the frankly disquieting photograph above when I did a Google image search for "Disturbing Easter"
Over at the job, meanwhile, I composed a couple of items this week that I might as well post here as well. One was about a gaggle of teens in Forks, Washington who incurred the disciplinary wrath of their high school by wearing Sex Pistols t-shirts (how timely of them) and a nice beefy post about the perils of strollerphobia (a topic I've written about here before). Do check'em all out, won't you?
Been a crazy week already and it’s only Wednesday. In any case, I just wanted to shoot up a note for you to go check out my favorite, potty-mouthed parenting blog Dadwagon. I’m guest blogging (albeit in a very slack and punctually-delinquent fashion) this week. I’ve got twopieces up thus far, but there will be more. Tell’em I sent’cha.
It's Saturday afternoon and somehow I've been tasked with the mission of waiting for the Time Warner Cable guy to come and install (for free, I'm continually reminded) our new digital home phone package. They were supposed to come on Thursday, but there was a scheduling fuck-up. They came when there was no one here and turned off our existing landline (yeah, great!). In any case, I'm here now waiting for them while Peg and the kids around enjoying the beautiful fall weather.
There are a pile of practical things I could be doing right now, like paying some bills and/or composing some content for DadWagon (for whom I'll be guest-blogging this week ... eeek!) Instead, I'm wasting time watching antiquated videos on YouTube (of course). After a spree of vintage Clash clips, I started ruminating on bands who've had the audacity to sample the band's work. Some of pulled it off with tasteful and innovative aplomb. Others not so much. For no other reason that it's a great excuse to post the above photo by Bog Gruen, herewith the top five Clash-sampling songs that sprang to mind. Some are awesome. Some are awful. I'll let you decide which is which. Also, can you cite any others?
Hey again, y’all. Yes, it’s been an admittedly underwhelming week here at Flaming Pablum, but I’ve been up to my eyeballs lately. To further stave you over until I’m able to put up some proper original content, herewith (yet another) seemingly random aggregation of links to items that caught my eye of late. Please enjoy.
Abandon all hope all ye who enter: one blogger’s disquieting glimpse into the omnivorous cultural phenomenon that is Hello Kitty Hell!
Speaking of sprawling meisterwerks, that fabled box set from Kraftwerk seems like it might see the light of day sometime soon. Inspired by same, I rented that documentary from 2008 on the droidy dudes from Dusseldorf, “Kraftwerk & the Electronic Revolution.” While it certainly could have used a bit of editing, it was indeed quite interesting. See a small clip of it here.
Remember that roundly-upheld belief several years ago that notoriously reclusive writer Thomas Pynchon was a big fan of the frankly underwhelming indie band Lotion? Yeah, well, it turns out that that was a towering stack of crap.
While we’re on the subject of music, why not go on over to The New York Nobody Sings and check out my posts on Low, The Cro-Mags and The Clash?
It's Friday afternoon, and I'm still out here on Long Island, swatting mosquitoes, getting sunburned, chasing my kids and reading about murderous Mormons in John Krakauer's "Under the Banner of Heaven." I'll be back in the city next week (when I start work again), but until then I thought I'd highlight some items that caught my eye recently, notably...
Some similarly-inclined blogging comrades of mind (blogrades?) have launched an interesting new project. Dubbed "The New York Nobody Sings," this website -- forged by EV Grieve, Hunter-Gatherer and Karate Boogaloo of Stupefaction -- is "dedicated to songs about New York. As simple as that. The only rules are that the songs must be brilliant and that the blindingly obvious numbers are excluded. The songs may be explicitly about New York or obliquely about the city in some way. There are plenty of great sites dedicated to photos and images about New York. This site is designed to be a musical accompaniment."
Sounds great, right? In any case, the gents have very kindly asked me to contribute, so look for some of my entries there soonest. In the interim, it's already well worth checking out, so get on over there. Click here to see it.
In lieu of composing anything original, here's yet another article I'm citing from somewhere else. I spotted this item on Slate today and it shook my inner dormant rock journalist to the geeky core. While I'm not exactly weeping about the demise of music mags like Vibe (where I had a laughably disastrous interview in 2007) and Blender, I can't help but fear for the more legitimate magazines I do actually read and respect; even inarguably tired ones like Rolling Stone and Spin (where I interned two decades ago). I've been saying for ages that the world doesn't really need music critics, but that doesn't mean I want to live in a world without them. From Lester Bangs to Legs McNeil, John Leland to Kris Needs, there have been legions of grizzled writers who have informed and helped shape my enthusiasm for music. I know there are scores of new, similarly-inclined scribes out there. Here's hoping they'll still be able to find the right forums/periodicals/bully-pulpits from which to spread their gospel.