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10Mar
“Fuck The Rabi”
A tourettic woman is suing her brother for $110 million dollars when he had her roughed up and kicked out of a shiva service for ticcing “fuck the rabi.” Interesting family squabble.
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9Mar
Thank you Chuck Palahniuk…
for reading my mind. Amazing article on how to (and then not) commit suicide.
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9Mar
Fela Kuti
How didn’t I know of you before. Can’t stop grooving to this on the subway with the ear buds on. I usually can’t stand the dude doing that – and now, Fela Kuti, you’ve turned me into said dude. (Speaking of Dude, congrats, Dude!)
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8Mar
Dammit Mark Linkous
One of my favorite albums is a Sparklehorse album. I’m getting sick of hearing about suicide.
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6Mar
Hoooo boy…
I do love me some Appomattox and Adam’s Castle. We had a great time at Union Hall with those guys last night. They are stellar, and so are you. Thanks, was amazing to see all your friendly rowdy faces out there. What I’m trying to say is. I Ken Lee (you’ll see). I Ken Lee wiboutchu.
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6Mar
Richard Feynman gets in free to Monuments show
Damn,we gotta get his email. Seriously, if I had my way, I’d be discussing atomic jiggling between songs during shows. Fairly sure, I’d draw some dirty looks from the band though. Fuck it, next time I’m just gonna pretend they’re not looking. How fun would it be to hang out with Richard Feynman??
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25Feb
SNL Was So Cool In the 70s
Bit of Frank Zappa, with a guest appearance by…Don Pardo (the famous SNL announcer). He does his spoken word jam around 1:20. This is really worth your time, promise.
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24Feb
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24Feb
Monuments next week at Union Hall with friends…
Playing with great friends Penmenship, Appomattox and Adam’s Castle a week from Friday, 3/5. Union Hall.
7:30 Penmenship
8:30 Appommattox
9:30 Monuments
10:30 Adam’s Castle
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19Feb
Discovering Raymond Carver
Boy is this good:
Happiness
So early it’s still almost dark out.
I’m near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren’t saying anything, these boys.I think if they could, they would take
each other’s arm.
It’s early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn’t enter into this.Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.
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The Band
In the winter of 2008, Monuments drove north to begin laying down tracks for their debut album. Surrounded by snow, in a studio in Woodstock, many of the songs they recorded had begun as lyrical inquiries: singer Gabriel Berezin, 10 minutes late to work, watched an airplane fly through his office window in the World Trade Centers on Sept 11, 2001.
Monuments’ lineup took form over the intervening years; in came drummer Mike Cook, followed by guitarist Kevin Plessner, and bass player Grant Zubritsky. The band co-founded The Periodic Label, a collective of twenty bands, and played shows throughout Brooklyn and the surrounding environs.
Their self-titled debut album, to be released January 2010, includes tracks “Not My Own,” an existential sci-fi exploration, the epic and waltzing “Silver Star,” and “I’m Here Now,” a stomping narrative, fever dream. Led by vocals swooping from an imaginary mountain peak, Monuments layers cascading, chiming guitar textures with throbbing bass, tightly tethered by metronomic, drum like precision. From a devastated diary of home recordings, Monuments re-imagines the future of the past into sonic hope.
Monuments is one of Brooklyn's finest, miraculously so in a borough that overflows with artists [...] its essence trends to subtle manipulations of space, the sort of attenuated twang that made Crazy Horse revered, and extending soulful harmonies far into the cosmos. - The Village Voice