RemixSarahPalin.com aims to help Sarah makes sense, and they are enlisting your help! From the site:
Remix, rearrange, or mash up Sarah’s ramblings into something coherent – maybe what you think she meant to say. Or should say. Or would have said, if only she could.
It uses the music remixing technology from MixMatchMusic, but they’re just applying it to funny Palinisms. There’re about ten or so of these on there now, and they’re getting funnier…here’s “Sexytime”:
Josh Brolin as W.
Is it strange that the movie I’m most psyched for this month has “porno” in the title? No. I don’t think so. OCTOBER 3 BEVERLY HILLS CHIHUAHUA WHAT’S THE PITCH?
Far inferior remake of Beverly Hills Chupacabra. WILL IT SUCK?
The one good thing I can say about this movie is that the casting probably saved the life of its lead, a stray dog named Rusco. Early buzz is shockingly (albeit apologetically) good. HOW WELL WILL IT DO? City of Ember doesn’t make things any easier the following week, but there are no other talking pet movies for miles. On the other hand, it’s called Beverly Hills Chihuahua. $18mil. WILL ANYBODY REMEMBER IT AT OSCAR TIME?
We all know about the Academy’s bias against talking animals.
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Kat Dennings and Michael Cera stumble into a first date in NYC. WILL IT SUCK?
Early buzz is good. The long overdue follow-up effort from Raising Victor Vargas helmer Peter Sollet. More interestingly, a teen romcom based on a novel.
I hereby present the most important thing you can do this weekend. Zeps, of the Point Dot Period crew, is throwing a “No Hipsters Allowed” dance party, tomorrow night, with a lot of music by DJ Johnny Mambo. But here’s the thing….they’re hosting a Street Fighter 2 tournament on the big projector screen at Public Assembly (70 N. 6th Street between Kent and Wythe streets in Williamsburg, Brooklyn)!!!! WTF?! How can you ask for no hipsters, but then offer Street Fighter?! Silly DJ’s…
The dress code? No tight pants, ironic t-shirts, or “Plad” (it’s ok, hipsters can’t spell either). No dirty sneakers, shoes, ungroomed beards, and the number one rule: YOU MUST HAVE GOTTEN A HAIRCUT IN THE LAST TWO MONTHS. Well, shit. There goes the neighborhood.
So this is an invasion invitation to everybody out there with tight pants and a taste for the irony. Get lookin’ good, and get out and show Mr. Zeps how to truly rock E. Honda! Or, anti-hipsters, defend your childhood on the big screen. I want video footage of this epic battle in my inbox no later than Sunday night. Send it to me.
One way to let it be known that you’re new in town, is to welcome everyone else to your universe. It’s kinda like Mr. Rogers taking his magical trolley into that crazy world on the other side of the wall, and saying, “Welcome to my neighborhood, puppets!”. That’s what Williamsburg’s newest clothing shop Summer Friday chose to do, by papering telephone polls around the area with the above sign. They’re offering “contemporary clothing for gentlemen & gentlewomen”, and are located at 560 Lorimer St., just by the Metro Ave. stop. On behalf of the residents of Williamsburg, thanks Summer Friday, it’s great to be here!
Popular internet music sites like Pandora and Last.FM have been granted a stay of execution by our elders in Congress. Yesterday, Congress passed the Webcaster Settlement Act, which, according to Consumerist:
Gives Internet radio stations like Pandora until February 2009 to reach a new royalty agreement with copyright holders; if they meet the deadline, the government will not interfere, which is great news since it was the gov’s Copyright Royalty Board (CRB) that set the current market-killing fees in the first place.
Now, President Bush has to sign it, and then the websites and the nightmarish RIAA have to play nice to eek out a deal. So for now, take a deep breath, kick back, and enjoy some free streaming music through your internet’s tubes. If you’re new to this, try these, for starters: Pandora, Last FM.
Story via Consumerist
Black Kids, c/o Mark Iantosca
Plenty of pretty young things packed Webster Hall Wednesday night to dance their asses off and see The Virgins and Black Kids do much of the same. The two bands with semi-preposterous names were quite the intuitive match for each other ‚Äì spawned from the best of 1980s-90s pop, and unabashedly trendy and tawdry. Shades of the B-52s, The Cure, and Some Girls-era Stones were detectable as the synth and bass popped through the speakers and neon lights flashed. Contextually however, both groups place themselves in the psyche of the under 25 demographic. Most of the bands’ repertoires cover topics ranging from after-school philandering, bloggers, and juvenile heartache, but most vital of all, dancing and partying.
Certainly the two bands do have their distinctions. But with lyrics like: ‚”The world is just a joke/It’s such a mess/You know we got to take it while we’re young /Bottles I just want to hear them smash/I ain’t got no plans on growin’ up” (The Virgins) vs. ‚”Like many a male/ I get angst in my pants/And goddamn it to hell/ it don’t help if I dance.” (Black Kids) it can be tough to discern the differences on wording alone.
No matter, however. The night’s theme was emphasized clearly by the bands and the attendees: be ridiculous, immature, sentimental, and shake your hipster/college student booty off. And thankfully, everybody did just that.
Evangelicals, c/o Sarah Cass
Tonight my favorite band from Norman, OK will take the stage at Cake Shop. Evangelicals play a fantastic psych-pop blend, and if I wasn’t home staying home sick tonight, I’d definitely be there to see ‘em.
Also playing will be The Muggabears, Parenthetical Girls, and Miracles of Modern Science.
8 pm, $8
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Robert Lanham has a new essay on Sarah Palin over at Radar. Here’s a sample:
“Sarah Palin has made the biggest step forward in feminism since Madonna,” Camille Paglia wrote in a recent Salon column….. “Palin represent[s] an explosion of a brand new style of muscular American feminism.”
In Palin’s case “muscular feminism” is really quite literal. Our potential president-in-waiting is a chaste dominatrix who wants to bully her way into your private life and declare control of your uterus. She may not be able to talk the “first dude” into trimming his nasty pubic-hair goatee, but she knows how to skin a caribou. She played basketball in high school. And who cares if she’s opposed to a woman’s right to choose? She can tear the still-beating heart of a moose from its chest, all without breaking a nail.
As Palin demonstrates, muscular feminism isn’t about progressiveness, equality, or integrity. It’s about proving you can talk tough, just like the boys, even if what you’re saying is totally retarded. If she were a man, we’d call her a meathead. A bully. She wouldn’t be a hockey mom, she’d be a dumb jock. But who cares about the issues? Let’s just watch her flex.
I was lucky enough to score a ticket to Ratatat at Terminal 5 last weekend, where we got to see “Shempi” performed live with all it’s larger-than-life-sized Abba goodness. Now, thanks to Stereogum, here it is: