If you don’t have Hymns Appaloosa you’re missing out on one of our recent favorite releases. And boys, since you’re not down with us blogs calling you “southern fried”, I’ll quote myself when asked what I thought of “Wedding Day”– sounds like Bowie singing on a Phoenix record. Only after listening through the entire EP did I realize that I was wrong, back peddling a bit and replacing Bowie with Elvis Costello.
Check out the rest of the interview on Noisevox, who’s installment of Noisemakers following next week’s HEALTH is both exciting and confusing… Keep a lookout for that the first week of September.
Hymns performing “Wedding Day” at Pianos after the jump.
The first single off of the upcoming debut album from Cory Chisel & The Wandering Sons, Death Won’t Send a Letter, “Born Again” is co-written by Brendan Benson who, along with his Ractonteurs, join in on much of the album’s collaboration. Benson (who spent yesterday out in Rock Island recording for Daytrotter.com), joined in to multiply the warmth along side Chisel and backup songbird Adriel Harris, all while his newest solo album My Old, Familiar Friend has been doing a lot of it’s own full steam ahead.
We’re seriously looking forward to the September 29th release on Black Seal Records, especially since I’ve basically burned a digital hole through 2008’s Cabin Ghost EP. If you’re a fan of karma, these are definitely the kind of peeps you want to wish great successes upon– again, just real salt of the Earth goodness. The variety Bruce Springsteen would be proud of… sexy young good-hearted Bruce, not cranky wrinkly Bruce.
Zero Film Festival bills itself as the film festival for the truly self-funded filmmaker. Tonight, the launch party is hitting up Galapagos in DUMBO with premieres from Peru Ana Ana Peru, Alia Raza, and Aaron Katz.
Of course we all knew this anyway, but it’s nice to have confirmation.
In a new book, former Secretary of Homeland Security Tom Ridge reveals new details on politicization under President Bush, reports US News & World Report’s Paul Bedard. Among other things, Ridge admits that he was pressured to raise the terror alert to help Bush win re-election in 2004.
Ridge was never invited to sit in on National Security Council meetings; was “blindsided” by the FBI in morning Oval Office meetings because the agency withheld critical information from him; found his urgings to block Michael Brown from being named head of the emergency agency blamed for the Hurricane Katrina disaster ignored; and was pushed to raise the security alert on the eve of President Bush’s re-election, something he saw as politically motivated and worth resigning over.
All moral questions notwithstanding, who’s going to pick up the bill for all the extra law enforcement officers deployed every time the alert level was raised? And remind me again, why aren’t Bush and Cheney in jail?
Olbermann Timeline: How The Bush Administration Exploited Terror Threats For Political Gain, 2002-2008 [via]
19-year old model Jocelyn Saldana stripped down to her skinnies for 22-year old photographer Zach Hyman on the L train last month, and made an elderly man get the shakes. Also, a woman screamed. You’d think this would pique the interests of the NYPD, which doesn’t really like L train antics. But, as of yet, Hyman hasn’t had any troubles. He notes, “I have a clean record, so I’m open to the experience of getting arrested.” Ah, the experience.
Rest easy, Hy-dog. A night in the tombs is kinda like performance art, if you look at it enough.
SLIGHTLY NSFW photo after the jump:
Just realized how embarrassed I was when Asher Roth came on random shuffle this morning. I glanced around, making sure no one heard, and quickly changed the song. His lyrics are like poetic poo, something 8th graders would dream of if they only knew how to rhyme words like “eat” and “seat.”
Here’s your zen, to remind you that you can do better, in whatever you are up to today.
“It’s already 11:20 and I’m ready to sleep but instead
I end up sitting in the 27th seat,
An isle seat, fine by me but the guy that’s insides always trying to pee.
With a wild child behind that’s crying and keeps flipping out and kicking
At me while it violently screams
So I silently plead “Oh God, please let there be a hunny sitting 27B”
But of course a morbidly obese beast
Is in the seat that weeses when it breathes dude sitting D
Is at least three deep and he keeps telling me what is wrong with his knees
Alls good slaughter,
Just need water but for a bottle they charge two dollars
And when I thought that it couldn’t be worse, I forgot my iPod.