Choire and I send each other links to stories throughout the day, usually because we figure they might be of interest, sometimes because we're completely unwilling to write about the stories ourselves and hope that we can trick the other guy into doing it, sometimes it's just out of spite, like this mammoth thing about Don Rumsfeld I was tricked into looking at today. Anyway, this morning he sent me that Wall Street Journal story about the kid in Prospect Heights who makes people come to his apartment if they want to hear the Sufjan Stevens song which he alone has access to. And, you know what? That usually would be something I'd be up for! But after this fucking week-It's not just me, right? We've all been a little unmotivated, right?-I just don't think I have the energy to properly do it justice. I mean, when your first thought is "A Twee Grows In Brooklyn" it's time to step away from the screen, y'know? Plus, outside there is a lack of visible rain that in this age of diminished expectations I am now referring to as "sunshine." It is Friday afternoon. I'm just gonna cram in a couple more posts and shove the hell off. But if you want to read the article and have at it in the comments, no one's gonna stop you!
Friday, June 12, 2009
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Yeah. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the kimchi quesadillas of the kogi bbq trucks in LA. I can't actually crawl down this next rabbit hole.
"The experiment lures strangers to Mr. Duffy's living room about once a week, to "recapture an era when to get one's hands on a particular album or song was a real experience," as he says on an invitation posted ON THE WEB SITE OF HIS THEATER COMPANY." (CAPs, mine.)
What happens the first time one gets his/her hands on something other than intended or expected in this man's living room?
It's posted on his theater company site not Craigslist. Though I might post it on Craigslist out of spite.
The Hipster Nation needs to be set afire and pillaged so they never annoy us again.
This kind of sh8t is only interesting if I was braiding my roomates hair, high off of some mushrooms in my dorm room at Hampshire College. GRRRRRRRR.
Ugh, it's been overcast all week here. Which has been causing everyone I know to drive me nuts, and now this.
He said he wants to make everyone happy. Well, give away the song so everyone can do what they will with it. You can only personally talk to a small amount of folks...you can broadcast something that will touch far, far more people.
There's something that's willfully retrograde and slightly touching about it. But dude is bogarting the song, possibly for free publicity, so that makes it not cool.
Yeah, well he won a contest. He won the song as a prize which says he can do what he wants with it, even says specifically he can hoard it for himself if he so pleases. He is doing exactly what he wants with the prize he rightfully won.
Seriously are people that bored that they can't find SOMETHING ELSE TO LISTEN TO. And if they simply MUST have the song, well respect the dude who's prize it is.
If I win a Lear Jet in the Lear Jet contest for Jetlovers, and people get pissed at me for not flying them all over the place in MY jet...well...boy that sucks for them doesn't it? I will gladly lend them a tissue in which to dry their eyes of the matter.
"A Twee Grows in Brooklyn" is genius.
He reminds me of those girls in high school who enjoyed being a cocktease, but never actually put out. He is using this track by Sufjan to garner attention without ever really going "all the way". But there's something vaguely punk rock about the whole stunt: Fuck you, I won the contest I will do what I please with this song. Also: inviting strangers to your home is slightly scary!
Funk. That's what everyone should be listening to.