death of a dream

so valiant blew up last night no warning no indication. this is the lower part of the engine. the outside. your not supposed to be able to see the inside from the outside. ouch.

Albums '08 Bonus: Little Joy Primer

Through some wierd series of circumstances, i think i'm still the only one that has this. I will share ASAP.





From Allmusic:

Attempting to compile a list of good side-project albums by drummers of successful bands is a task that will have you stumped almost from the beginning. It appears that Strokes drummer Fabrizio Moretti has done the impossible, though, with Little Joy, the band he formed in 2008 with Rodrigo Amarante of the Brazilian band Los Hermanos and Los Angeles singer/songwriter Binki Shapiro. Fab doesn't do the singing, but he wrote (or co-wrote) all the songs and provides a good portion of musical backing for Amarante and Shapiro's restrained vocals. Not only is the result not the embarrassment that some more uncharitable people may have anticipated, but Little Joy is a good -- sometime very good -- album.

You've gotta love a band where everyone has names like binki shapiro.

Albums '08 Review Pt. 1- Self Titled

Debate Fodder after the jump.



I think i'll be looking back on 2008 as the year i finally managed to get my music collection (mostly) under control. I'd never been all that good at taking care of or keeping up with my CD's, so the move onto my first laptop two years ago was the first step towards having everything stored and under control. of course, the problem with the laptop was that it wasn't especailly portable or roomy, so my collection stayed pretty small, so much so that until late last year the whole of it was less than 30 gigabytes (so that it'd fit on my iPod).

I guess three major things happend to change my music listening habits and blow up the size of my libary this year:

cuZine- working at cuizine they let me call more or less all the shots on music, which was pretty fucking awesome. But with an audience i felt obliged to try to keep things fresh, and my iPod got dull pertty fast.

external hard drive- i bought this so i could start adding music to my libaray without worrying about space, and because the portability let my quickly absorb music from other members of the Crew.

my desktop computer- purchased second hand from jason with the express purpose of being an always on music server for my apartment. it's the front end to my stereo at home and where i do all of my music downloading/exchanging/organizing.

So it's been a big year, and trying to cover all the music i've been through this year would take forever. So i'm going to play the "Best Albums of 2008" game. Mostly. This is entry one.

Self Titled Records

When making my list of '08 albums i enjoyed, i noticed that a large number of them were self titled, and upon closer inspection, that all of these self titled albums were debut alubms (most were, however, preceded by ep's and whatnot.) Anyway, the contenders were:

Little Joy - Little Joy
Crystal Castles - Crystal Castles
Black Ghosts - Black Ghosts
Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes
Hercules and Love Affair - Hercules and Love Affair

All great and disticntly diffrent albums- little joy is breezy island pop; fleet foxes is folksy and yet somehow disturbingly modern; Black Ghosts are UK elcectropop: Hercules and Love Affair is fresh new york dance record with callbacks to disco, and Crystal Castles is from the fucking future.

We all know i love science fiction, so-

Crystal Castles - Crystal Castles: Best Eponymous Debut.

Seriously, this record was sent back, terminator styled: naked, and in a flash of blue light. Crystal Castles finally cashes the check that Kid A wrote seven years ago. Propulsive, dark, catchy, inscrutable. And who knew all noisy 8-bit electronics needed to make them bang was floor-shaking bass hits?

Favorite track- Vanished. Debate.
Ideally i would have a video for vanished, but one does not exist. except this video for crimewave in proxy:

CRYSTAL CASTLES - Crimewave [new video] official
Uploaded by hustler33440

bonus entry!:
Foals - Antidotes
Technically disqaulified for not being self titled, though it is the english band's debut record. Modern, alot of potental. hopefully will not dissapoint with a follow up.

Next entry will cover the breakthrough new albums from previously low profile artist, plus best new albums from established artists. Last Entry will cover best overall album of 2008 plus let downs and holdeovers from 2007. Get ready, sons!

This has everything.

Rock and Roll, an indian guy in a purple wig, tina turner, james brown, and an insane blind man. Is there anything else a man desires?

From Cinco? Bob Odenkirk is behind this somehow.

Sounds Good

Ida Maria





Santogold

Ultimate Gift Set

The Auteurs

Internets movie faggolas check out the auteurs, criterion and ifc amongst other teamed up for an online "film festival" that rotates out movies you can watch commercial free in their entirety and full screen.

chance to check out some awesome shit you'd probably wouldn't have even know to netflix.

started Ratcatcher as a test, runs smooth with no errors and looks good fullscreen. enjoy if you so desire.

apparently,

in a potential DCC alter-verse Viola is some sort of exhausted puerto rican mastermind. start working on evil things that can be accomplished while exercising Michael.

Anyone else down for an encore?

From Pitchfork:

Cut Copy have revealed the dates of what they're calling their final tour of North America before heading back into the studio to complete their follow-up to In Ghost Colours.

The tour features support from Matt and Kim, plus "an awesome light show and a special surprise DJ," according to a press release.

I'm feeling a repeat. Anyone else? The tour dates are listed in the Pitchfork article- again at the Masquerade in Atl and then one in NC....

Of Montreal's Kevin Barnes = Chunky in disguise?

You know something special is going on when even Mike V's new musical horizons (not a diss V I'm excited your excited about discovering new shit) have hooked onto Of Montreal, as have we all.

Coming across a Rolling Stone pete had, I was dismayed to find out all the hype coming from chunks was for his own band. Somewhere in between having babies and being chunks, he's been skirting off into the woods to wear make-up and lay naked in the leaves.

I like, but next time just tell us the truth.

Oh No!

This looks bad. From the BBC:

Rock legends Led Zeppelin are planning to tour and record but without frontman Robert Plant.

Bassist John Paul Jones told BBC Radio Devon that a new singer was being sought after Plant ruled himself out.

Yikes. The article goes on to say that Zep is not going the AC/DC route and is instead looking for a singer that sounds diffrent from plant. At least that rules out Rod Stewart or the singer from Def Leppard. Though Perry Farrell might have been kind of cool, but i doubt he would have done it.

I'd be okay with this as long as they called it something besides Led Zepplin. So, Rick, would you still pay $100+ a ticket to see Zep if you got, say, Paul Rogers instead Robert Plant?

Also, losing plant can't be good for a new album. He's the only one who's solo carrer was worth a shit. I dunno. Maybe P. Diddy can guest on the new Zep tracks. That should be enough to break Rickles.


and if it's long the rest here.

Eagles of Death Metal

Their new album (Heart ON) came out today. if you don't have all 3 LP's then your a faggot. Rock!

Fuck Matt Besser.

Dude just took at least a fourth of the thunder out of the Heart Stringz project.

See more funny videos at Funny or Die

this is more like it

though i couldn't tell you how, feels so much better than the last bits.bjork and yorke if you didn't know.

Stone Chases the Zeitgeist

Oliver Stone is a talented filmmaker. Many of the critics have been saying Stone plays it to safe but based on his career it makes sense. Sometimes he hits the nail on the head (Platoon, Born on the 4th of July, & Wall Street) other times he goes way overboard (Natural Born Killers, Nixon, & Alexander). However, after the huge failure of Alexander he rained it in a lot. World Trade Center was a down the middle as you can get. So in makes sense that despite the controversial nature of current president, Stone is not in the maverick mode of his popular period. Accordingly W. plays it fairly straight. There is none of the hyper cutting that was in films like Killers, U-Turn, or Any Given Sunday. This give some his films the feeling of to much time in the kitchen. Part of this may be due from the fact that the film was shot just a few months ago and finished in under a year (which almost never happens). In addition, he largely skips the leaps in truth that were in films like Nixon & JFK. Instead, you get a character study and a traditional biopic.

A customer at work asked me if W. was funny, my response was its funny like watching someone get punched in the face, and that person is you. The film is entertaining and keeps moving for most of the time. Brolin is great and totally believable as a person we have all seen a lot of, which is really tuff. I enjoyed the film. Still, I can’t really see wanting to watch it again. I don’t think it’s a must see, but it’s certainly not an embarrassment. Stone definitely catches the feeling of many people in America now. I’m curious to see how everyone will feel about Bush in few years.

GZA/Genius

Lee hyped my on this shit. now i say to all u if you dont have the GZA album Liquid Swords your really missing out. its the best LP in the whole Wu-Tang cannon. im sure of this because i downloaded the majority of the catalog after getting up on this one.

GZA reminds me of Rakim with his laid back chill flow. the whole album has a kind of hypnotic feel to it. shit is deep. The RZA produced it and theirs a concept feel to the whole thing. GZA covers a wide variety of topics, mainly though hes really smart and it shine thru on almost every track. check it for the 1st time or give it a 2nd look, you wont regret the time invested.

Double bonus ramble hookup your welcome

Feel like somebody tried to say whatsup about this dude, and i dismissed ......



it or maybe i'm just imagining things. that Kristin Schaal chick (flight of the conchord stalker) has some super deluxe show where she can talk to animals now that she got her period and she has to kill a senator to save the world.

i know i know, what the fuck is chris rambling about now. but this dude does the theme song that sounded like some tv on the radio shit on crack.

loop switches, baddass horace andy high range, so hyped.

apparently he tries comedy, some song called "What about blowjobs" but it's not well executed for comedy, and hokey as a song on it's own. i'm just digging the fucking tunes. he got his own site here Reggie Watts and then there's always the usual youtubery.

For the Kristin Schaal stuff go to Penelope Princess of Pets and click watch all episodes to make sure you got it all. Eat it up kids.

super late to the chris dance party again

Seriously? It took me three fucking years to hear this album?



I mean, i'd *heard* it. Here and there. Chris had 'you forgot it in people' back before he went to cali. He probably called me half drunk and said: "have you heard the new broken socail scene? seriously, like all the bullshit aside, it's fucking great.i know you like feist- you know she sings with them?" I can be such an ignorant prick.

anyway

i fell in love on tuesday, or maybe wensday. if there is anyone else that's not into broken social scene's self titled two-thousand fucking five album yet, listen to it. and then call me and talk to me about it.

time stands still

See this picture?


In a way i was trying to write this then. I was too close to it then. I just wanted to romaticize the whole thing.

Then later, when i was smoking Pall Mall's, eating Xanax, and watching chris hose blood off the back of his skull, i tired again. The passing of a great time into an unsure, insecure transitory period made me want this to happen again. It still didn't work.

We can calculate the speed at which other galaxies are running away from us by their redshift. Google it if you care. Anyway now this part of my past is moving away from me at exponetially increasing speed, i enjoy looking at it's color more than it's content. it's sort of the reverse dragnet- the names are real, but the story has been exagerated or altogether made up to make the guilty more interesting. so here is a little bit.:

sweat dreams>we spend our days at + far and away from work, after the jump



i'm not wasting any more time trying to be clever. laying face down on a warm/damp matress, one has a hard time justifying spending time friviously. or constructivly for that matter. what matter? what kind of expression is that? stop. stop trying to be clever. that was the first fucking sentance. quit it.

okay so the matress is damp, and warm, but i haven't wet myself. i promise, not with urine anyway. it's 110 fucking degress in here, and it's most likely 10 am. maybe 9:30. it heats up fast in my room, so i'm sweating like a pig. i'd get up and take a shower, but there's no soap in there. just a sticky, nasty floor. i'm fairly certain the light doesn't work.

you've proabably gathered using the bathroom here is an uphill battle. i try not to fight and climb, espcially when i'm this sweaty.

i'd get up and get some water, but there are no glasses in there. just a sticky, nasty floor. it smells like beer and there are fruit flies. the kitchen is another uphill battle. we've established that is not my game.

in the south, there are two major epochs: b.a.c. and a.a.c. (pronouced BAK! and AAK! when you tell your friends), that is before air conditioning and after air conditioning. all that lived b.a.c. and perserverd are better and stronger men than us. i was born a.a.c., and, and as all children of my generation i am totally unequiped to deal with soul crushing heat of august in south carolina with no air conditioning. sometimes i imagine what the brave souls of the BAK! era must have done to cope. or i try to, but my imagination fails me. it's 90 degrees or more until around midnight, and it only really starts to cool down around four or five in the morning. to make it to five in that kind of heat, you're going to need to drink: beer, many, many cans. they get warm so fast, you have to drink them faster, and with all the sweating you have to replinish your fluids.

another uphill batttle, but i'll fight this one.

so: i've taken all of the sheets off my bed, and pillows and blankets also. they just get soaked with my sweat, and the matress seems to better suited to repel mositure of this magnitude. there's a fan in the window, and i'm not wearing any clothes. this is the only way i can sleep. full of beer. damp matress. the fan blows more humid mess on me. and now it's 9:30, or maybe 10, and the sun is way the fuck up, and it's hot again.

the a.c. stoped blowing cold happy on us almost a month ago. our fat landlords won't fix it. fat fucking redneck trash. they have terrible skin, too! i bet the a.c. works at the godawful ranchhouse they live at, but you couldn't tell from how much the fat ugly motherfuckers sweat, from the front seat of there goddamn AIR-CONDITIONED ford truck. they offered to take us to church with them the other day to "get out this dang old heat." what kind of trash tries to bribe you with GOD's a.c.? we broke one of the windows out after they left, to appease HIM for thier sin. clever, huh? i'm trying to stop that \\\\\!remember!/////, but IT MAKES ME FEEL SO GOOD. the window in my room is broken out to, and that's a good memory. but it makes me think of a bad memory. so maybe it's just a bad memory.

i want out of here, right now.

i cry. why not? it's free.

***

so we're at work now, in the walk in cooler, because it's more or less the oposite of our trailer-home, ]because[ it's very cold in here, ]]because[[ the beer in here is also actually cold, ]]]because[[[ here are cans of nitrous oxide charged whip cream to suck the joy from, ]]]]because[[[[ it's sunday ~again~ and we're not going to church with the nasty folk who own our nasty home, but NOT [because] we're working today.

]]]]]BECAUSE, because, because, we always have sundays off, and we're not about to change that. but just BECAUSE we're not working today doesn't mean were not at work. I told you all the reasons- they all have b-e-c-a-u-s-e in front of them, in a giant run on sentance, and because this is still 200-fucking-1 and in 200-fucking-you, me all of us, cannot buy beer on sunday in south carolina until 2003 (also the year we'll be 21). and we need all this fucking beer. i told you how hot it is in our shitty trailer that someone broke most of the windows out of. pay attention.

my roomate is slumped against the beer kegs that line the left side of the cooler, a can of ready whip slides

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out his fingers and hits the floor. i can't hear it, nor can i notice an identical can dropping from hand. my roomate, his lips are covered in redi-whip and are a little blue, but he's not dead or even dying. it's cold in here, and he just huffed some nitrous, so he's looking appros. i laugh a slow, deep laugh at him, and him at me, and our heads ring dead. the door to the cooler pulls open, revealing us in all of our stoned glory- in torn shirts and shorts, sandals, unshaved and most defiently not workng. our faces covered with the evidence of our stupidity. a uniformed, most definetly working person steps into the cooler with us, and draws something from his apron. His nametage reads "Turd Furgeson."

"Fuck, i've been looking everywhere for you faggots"

He's pulling a lighter from same pocket of his apron with the other hand, and reveals the first object- a thin glass pipe, magnificently packed bright green. a little flame and a long inhale and the cooler is filled with pungent marijuna smoke. he reaches past me and pulls another redi-whip can from the shelf, sucking the gas off the top and taking after taking his pause, starts giggling hysterically. joining my roomate on the kegs, he offers the pipe to us.

"It's cool. Bob says we can take two twelves of budweiser if we'll buy two tommrow to replace them."

But there are three of us now, i think, how will this ever do? Turd pulls two twelves down from the shelf and looks my roomate:

"Peter, grab the other two."

Turd's math was shitty if you were on the raw end of it, but it was fine for our purposes. Turning to me, he hands over a giant set of keys attached to a plastic hole punched card.

"When i was leaving the office Bob was on his way to deal with some nigger with cold riblets. Grab a sleeve of Comfort we'll meet you at the togo door. Did you guys remember my river shoes?"

We shake our heads no.

"Fuuuuuuck. Fucking faggots. Goddammit. i should drink all this beer myself."

Peter starts to laugh. I smile and open the cooler door.

"We're fucking with you. What should i do with Bob's keys?"

"Leave them in the door to the liqour room. He'll be wanting in there after he has to deal with that fat fuck with the ribs. He has bbq sauce all over his fat fucking face. Bob will go straight for the tequila."

Peter looks at Turd from behind his glasses "How are we planning on getting beer to replace this tommrow?"

Turd replies to peter without turning around, walking out the cooler door: "Fuck that. We're not paying for any of this shit."

***

The journey to the liqour closet is fret with longing and inconvience. As i pass the drink station the new hostess come around the corner, her eyes lighting up and arms spread:

"Chunky!! What are you doing here!"

My most pressing need is to get that sleeve of Comfort and escape unnoticed, but my most animal need is to get that sleeve of comfort and escape unnoticed. Get it? Har har. If you're dense: i want to fuck this girl, and i'm going to waste time flirting with her. Unfortunately this is 2001, and though i'm better at this than most of my friends, i won't be confident enough for it be easy until 2007.

I take her open arms as invatation and pull her close to me...

"I'm on my way to church. I left my bible on 41 last night. We were sharing our favorite passages. Where were you?"

She laughs, but pulls away:

"My boyfriend took me to Olive Garden. We had the endless Pasta Bowl."

Like i said it's 2001 so i'm funny, but maybe this isn't a great idea:

"Jesus has his own version of the never endless Pasta Bowl. It's called His Endless Love for us. And it's way less than $12.99 at particpating locations for a limitied time- it free, whereever, forever. I hope we see you during our next study group."

She seems a little amused, but more freaked out.

"Okay Chunky....good luck finding your bible. Your shirt has a hole in it."

I'm not wasting any more time trying to be clever. I have to get the sleeve of Comfort.

***

I'm leaving the kitchen rounding the corner toward the liqour room when the fat man with frosted tips who loves Jesus stops me. I'm suprised he's working on a sunday morning.

"Hey there chunky! I heard you talking to Leah about The Good Book. Man i'm glad to hear y'all are interesting in His Word!"

Frosted-tips Jesus Man's name is Richard. He's in an ill fitting applebee's shirt and way-too short black shorts, his computer card dangling on a hoplessly slack bungee cord, draging the floor as he walks. Richard can't tell when i'm kidding, and i like this about him.

"Well, we've all got to do our part. You having a good morning richard?"

His eyes light up at my interest in his day.

"OH YOU KNOW IT! Really though it's a blessed day chunky. Oh....god bless it i almsot forgot...you gotta call man!"

God Bless Richard. He's given me an out from having a conversation with him.

"Line two man....oh, and your shirt's got a big-ass hole in it man! I guess that's air conditioning, right?"

I fake laugh and thank him.

***

So it's 2001 so nobody has cell phones yet. that's not to say they're not around, it's just that at this point you have to really want one to have one. I won't have one until 2003, and rick won't have one until two years after that. but here in 2001, i'm on line two with him.

"What up chunk. I didn't think you were working."

"I'm not....it's like 1 in the afternoon what are you doing up?"

"Oh you know. My parents made me go to church.

"Ohhhhh right. That sucks"

"Yeah. Hey did you say last night you guys were going to go to the river?"

"Pretty much. about to head out now. You want to go?"

"Yeah. Hey, you still have my river shoes?"

"Probably. Do you have any beers?"

"Nah. Hold on...my brother left some in the trunk of my car. Should i bring them? They're all hot and shit."

"Mmmm just like your mother."

"Man fuck you"

"Yeah bring them. We'll pick you up on the way."

***

So i'm finally at the liqour closet, amd i'm way behind schedule. If this were 2003, my friends outside in the car would already be calling me to bitch. Primadonnas. I've only been working here for a few months, and i already know which key opens the liqour closet, so i'm in pretty quick. It's 2001, so we still have mini-bottles, so i grab a shrink-wrapped sleeve of southern comfort. it's 20 bottles, 1000 millileters in all, conveintaly packed for individual use. i close the liqour room door and turn to slip out the fire exit adjacent.

"Chunky!"

Bob is standing about five feet away. I don't know how much he's seen, but it looks like i'm about to be looking for another job.

"Line One. "

Fucking 2001.

"You have a hole in your shirt."

This might seem fucked up. I have a sleeve of stolen liqour in one hand and his keys in another. And he noticed the hole in my shirt. But he's not looking at my hands. He's already looking the other way, muttering about heading to the bank, when i thank him and head to the phone.

***

"This is Chunk."

"Hey dude!"

"Whoa! When did you get back!"

"Yesterday, but i was tired last night. I just hung out around my family."

"Sounds terrible. We're going to the river, you down?"

"Hells yeah!"

"I don't have your shoes anymore."

"Dude....I Don't even need those. I've got dad's truck...can i meet you guys up at the bees?"

"Fuck that. Just pick rick up and we'll meet you there. Do you have any booze?"

"Nah bro....but i got that doh-ja!"

"No one calls it that jesse. bring papers."

"See you there dude."

***

I'm already out the door and halfway to the car when i realize bob's keys are in my pocket. Richard is leaning in passanger window of Peter's car, talking to Dustin.

"Man ya'll be careful out there now. Boy it sound like ya'll are gonna have some fun."

I bark a head's up at Richard and throw bob's keys at him.

"Bob says your in charge until he gets back from the bank. Stay blessed."

"You know it man."

I climb in the back of peter's car in time to see Dustin giving peter a bump off his mother's house key. I'm a little suprised.

"Where the fuck did that come from?"

Dustin digs his key around in a little bag of coke before sniffing it off the end. the key has a smiley face print on it. A family in church clothes climbs out of the car next to us.

"SNMMMP!! Richard. You want some?"

"God Bless him. Yes but for fuck's sake not here."

***

Comment to chunky's MGMT post (now with HTML!)

This apparently is not a "cool" format for a comment, so it gets its place here among the big dogs.....
Transcribed:
Holy fuck that video makes that song awesome to a new degree. Your scholarship is appreciated by all Dr. Chunkerton!
On the subject of strange edits/uneasy sounds/and whatnot, yr description brought to mind godard's "weekend". I first saw it soon after my initial arrival in sd (paul's favorite movie, I believe). There's a seven minute traffic jam scene with constant honking and ugliness. That should maybe be scene in context, but this scene is actually my favorite:

Is it uncomfortable? Well, not as much as child-clowns in cages being sprayed with poison and awoken with air-horns...

MGMT + ERIC

MGMT's new video is directed by eric warheim of tim and eric's awesome show. it's bizzare.



It got me thinking about how much of what i find amusing about tim and eric awesome show is the visual aesthetic of the thing: the jumpy cuts, the 3rd generation vhs quality, overlit actors. tim and eric were not orginally comedians but film school students, and i think it shows- there show isn't always funny, but i feel it's always entertaining. they don't just tell jokes, they make people uncomfortable. watch this:

old person style

I happened upon this blog about old people style and i couldn't help but think some of you might enjoy, esp. one chris hinds.

Verge of obsession?

Regardless, after the end of season 2.5, I pretty much have to put in the next season. Who gives a frak if it's four in the morn? BTW, Razor has some issues to be addressed in a later post. Can you say "thrown together"?

WTF?

I want details of Chris's debaucherous return to aiken and it's various late-night private clubs.
Please post fotos.....like this one:

Kaufman + Hoffman

Last night i stumbled on this preview for Charlie Kaufman's "Synecdoche, New York" staring Phillip Seymour Hoffman and a plethora of alluring hollywood starlets. We've all seen plenty of Kaufman written craziness before (Being John Malcovich, Adaptation), but his will be his directorial debut. It looks to be straight Kaufman, with PSH building a replica of New York in a wharehouse in New York that contains a replica of said wharehouse that contains a replica of the replica in the wharehouse. Or something. Anyway, enjoy the clip below or check out the high res over at Yahoo.

roadtrip

El Paso TX tonight. I'll be there soon assholes.

List Within A List

TOP DIRECTORS









Everyone always focuses on the actor. but in my opinion the directors are the really important ones. In that spirit, here we go. I tried to make a list of my favorite directors, i was having a hard time ranking. so then i ranked all the best movies by good directors. then i chose it based of that. the whole thing is pretty sick. the movies are in the order in which i like them. the rules were they had to have a least 4 good movies. Let the debate begin.


1. Martin Scorsese = Goodfellas, Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, Departed, Aviator

2. Christopher Nolan = Memento, Dark Knight, Prestige, Insomnia, Following
3. Quentin Tarantino = Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, Kill Bill, Jackie Brown, Death Proof
4. Francis Ford Coppola = Godfather, Apocalypse Now, Conversation, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Outsiders
5. Cohen Brothers = Big Lebowski, Fargo, No Country for Old Men, Raising Arizona, Burn After Reading
6. Paul Thomas Anderson = Boogie Nights, There Will Be Blood, Punk Drunk Love, Magnolia
7. Wes Anderson = Royal Tenenbaums, Life Aquatic, Rushmore, Darjeeling Limited, Bottle Rocket
8. David Fincher = Fight Club, Seven, Game, Zodiac, Panic Room
9. Stanley Kubrick = Clockwork Orange, Shinning, Full Metal Jacket, 2001, Eyes Wide Shut
10. Oliver Stone = Platoon, Doors, Born on The Fourth of July, Natural Born Killers, Wall Street




11. Steven Spielberg = India Jones Franchise, Schindler’s List, Saving Private Ryan, Empire of Sun
12. George Lucas = Star Wars: Episodes 1-4, American Graffiti
13. Peter Jackson = Lord of The Rings Franchise
14. Tim Burton = Edward Scissorhands, Batman, Ed Wood, Beetlejuice, Peewees Big Adventure
15. Kevin Smith = Clerks, Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back, Chasing Amy, Dogma, Mallrats
16. Brain De Palma = Scarface, Untouchables, Carlito’s Way, Blow Out, Mission Impossible
17. John Carpenter = Big Trouble in Little China, Thing, Escape From NY, Halloween, Starman
18. James Cameron = Terminator 1 & 2, Aliens, Abyss, True Lies
19. Richard Linklater = Dazed & Confused, School of Rock, Before Sunrise, Walking Life
20. Ridley Scott = Gladiator, Alien, Matchstick Man, Blade Runner, American Gangster


21. Michael Mann = Heat, Last of The Mohicans, Collateral, Insider, Miami Vice
22. Robert Rodriquez = Sin City, Desperado, Once Upon Time in Mexico, Planet Terror, From Dusk Till Dawn
23. Cameron Crowe = Almost Famous, Vanilla Sky, Singles, Say Anything
24. Christopher Guest = Best In Show, Mighty Wind, Waiting For Guffman, For Your Consideration


Only 3 Films so Far

25. Adam McKay = Anchorman, Talladega Nights, Step Brothers
26. Michel Gondry = Eternal Sunshine of Spotless Mind, Science of Sleep, Be Kind Rewind

Movie buffs weigh in: Hottest sci-fi chick.....

I'm right now going to go for starbuck from B-star G-lc-tica. Mostly because she is 100% badass, has some very human flaws, is a character in the best thing since MST3K, and has very nice arms--as illustrated in this picture. She could also kick your ass->physically or mentally (well known in the series for cutting people down to size). There are other nice features as well, but to elaborate on them here would just be weird. That's for petey-sleepy time.
Who wants to fight this with another hot sci-fi chick? Any challangers?

Ghostface vs Madvillian

First up, our old friend Ghostface takes time away from getting his helmet buffed to bring us his take on speed racer:



Now, a repost but it's worth it...this video is definitely superior, but is the track?


Who emerges the victor? I say Madvillian.
Fun Fact- MF Doom procduced some tracks on Ghostface's Fishscale.

If you dont know, now you know

. Back to business as usual Chris. The Big Lebowski is back in a tenth anniversary addition. Its a fucking boweling ball for Christ sake. They know the way to my heart. ive already bought this movie twice but it looks like their gonna be a third time. i watched it again a couple months back and this movie never gets old. its in my top 10 of all time. i wore robe for a year cause of it. the dude abides

Ummmm....fuck off.....

internets talked shit about the new css album donkey before i got a chance to spin it, this is so hype it's not even funny. came on the car stereo on shuffle and i boogey'd my ass off on repeat. Add a video with the super cute singer and the goofy giddiness of a Talking Heads setup and that's good enough for me. Quit hating, start dancing bitches.....

Chad VanGaalen

THis one takes bout 20 sec. to start

morgan freeman narrated our sex-romp

So i hooked up with morgan freeman the other night. He's so hot....he's like if McCain and Ob-BAM!-a had a child, or maybe were merged in those tele-pods from The Fly. In the fertile american homeland of my eroticaly charged imagination, he is president.

I don't normally do this sort of thing...although most of you know that i've hooked up with a few other minor actors with voiceover credits here and there- your alec baldwins, your michael dorn's, your ricardo montablans (p.s. his voiceover work on 'Welcome to the Royal Caribbean Family' still gives me gooseflesh), i've been a bit of a prude overall. Well not this weekend. I sucked those skin tags on his face till his toes curled up. Mmmmm......Did you know he calls his penis Shawshank? I guess he's right though. It could redeem me anytime.

Okay so i won't bore you anymore details...but i thought maybe a few more of you would be willing to share your celeb hook-up stories? I heard Peter touched Elijah Wood's wood in a dirty bathroom stall. Word on the street is Rick got up close and personal with the Jonas brothers...i guess it makes sense if you think about. And a little bird told be Chris and Lee have plans to run trains on BJ and the Bear when chris gets to chuck town. start talking fellas...i'm already stroking it.



and if it's long the rest here.