[Thanks Pomp! xoxo]
From The Guardian
“None of us want to go into that creative hoo-ha of a long-play record again,” he said. “Not straight off … It worked with In Rainbows because we had a real fixed idea about where we were going. But we’ve all said that we can’t possibly dive into that again. It’ll kill us.”
The problem isn’t the format ‚Äì “obviously, there’s still something great about the album,” Yorke said ‚Äì but with the scale and consistency of vision that is required. “In Rainbows was a particular aesthetic and I can’t bear the idea of doing that again. Not that it’s not good, I just can’t … bear … that.”
Evidently, this lunatic is nowhere near where the president will be conducting his town hall address, but he is legally allowed to carry the pistol in New Hampshire. Live Free or Die indeed. Also worth noting:
the gun-toting protester was holding a sign referencing the Jefferson quote: “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time, with the blood of patriots and tyrants.”
Needless to say, if this were a liberal protester, he’d be in jail now. The hard right just keeps getting creepier.
“The mood is sort of festive,” says this MSNBC talking head. Evidently hand guns, just like pinatas and pony rides, can turn any dull event into a party.
Shawn Muholland, co-owner of Williamsburg’s lone sports bar Muholland’s, spoke with Gothamist about gettin’ drunk with hipsters, gettin’ drunk on Saturdays in the rain, and the one time he saw a drunk chick shit on a bar.
It was packed, I mean you couldn’t move at all, and a female customer took a shit… while standing at the bar. True story!
Natch this wasn’t at Muholland’s, but at another bar, probably the one featured in Michael Cera’s Infinite Stroll Around New York. But, Muholland’s really does deserve some credit as the lone outpost of testosterone in a battlefield of irony-plagued liquor establishments. It’s too literal of a sports bar for non-sports loving hipsters to go there to hilariously wear Yankees shirts, only to ironically get drunk and then get wings just to smile and laugh at the fact that they’re drunk and getting wings at a sports bar. So Muholland’s, hats off to ya. It takes a bro to stand amongst the brahs.
Sometimes laws are meant to be broken. Meet a passionate crew of illegal urban beekeepers in Brooklyn, New York working on their very first honey harvest for their restaurants. Find out why raising bees on NYC rooftops is important for Mother Earth. And be inspired to get into the illegal “bees”ness of urban beekeeping in your own backyard or rooftop. It’s not only fun, but dangerous, especially if you don’t like wearing bee suits! Set in a secret location in East Williamsburg, Brooklyn.
Tonight’s free lecture at Pete’s Candy Store is intriguing.
From hidden subway tunnels to the tops of bridges, New York City is a playground of epic scale and drama. For the members of a growing class of urban thrill-seekers, the walls and fences that surround these jungle-gyms are as inviting as the velvet ropes outside a nightclub are to a drunken Jersey Girl. Join Urban Explorer/photographer Steve Duncan as he shares slides and tales of intrepid acts of trespassing and discovery in NYC and elsewhere, and learn about the hidden world that lies all around us.
It’s at 7:30 at Pete’s (709 Lorimer St.)
This can’t be a good idea.
He might be the last person you’d expect to pull a stunt like this, but Billboard reports that Bob Dylan is recording a Christmas album. The man is currently hard at work in Jackson Browne’s recording studio in Santa Monica, and he’s laid to wax at least four yuletide classics: “Must Be Santa”, “Here Comes Santa Claus”, “I’ll Be Home for Christmas”, and “O Little Town of Bethlehem”. If the album hits record stores in time for the holiday season, it’ll be Dylan’s second full-length this year, following the sort of middling Together Through Life.
Really? Is he going to record “Rudolph” and “Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer” too?
Needless to say, this seems almost as ill-conceived as the Tarzan, Tonto, and Frankenstein holiday record: