This is my favorite one from that AV Club post about band names.
It’s my favorite because this girl, the singer, her parents are probably some fucking Portlandia Gen X motherfuckers with some very flaky ideas about parenting and a serious gap between self-image and reality. I mean, they named her Brooklyn for fuck’s sake. That fact alone proves it.
So it’s not Brooklyn’s fault she gave her band a shitty name. Her introduction to music probably wasn’t Beatles LP’s, it was more likely flipping through her parents’ iPads and seeing shit like the Juliana Theory and Sunny Day.
If she was trying to make this dumb record at 12 it probably wasn’t even her idea. her parents probably bought her gear, and possibly even built a studio in the basement.
Parents: Don’t ever encourage your children to do anything. If you have the next Jimi Hendrix your kid will find a way to play no matter what you have to say about it.
But more likely your kid sucks, and your precious encouragement is just giving them false hope and landing them on lists like this.
Update: 2 Seconds of Googling reveals that she’s actually Gregg Allman’s daughter. No wonder a fucking 20 year old has a press kit.
Ladies and gentlemen… Your Nic Cage.
The 20th Century.
Just went from watching Out of Africa to watching Valley Girl. These movies were made 3 years apart but set 63 years apart.
And there were a hell of a lot of people who lived through both. Colonization and valley girls.
The 20th century was fucked up. And looking at us now, well, we’re not going to age much better.
Which is to say age better than Nic Cage, who’s a fucking corndog.
POSTER GUTS @ ATOMIC BOOKS
This is tonight.
Atomic Books’ newly opened Eightbar is quickly and quietly becoming Hampden’s best low-key spot to relax and have a drink. If the Chop were a drunken Goldilocks searching up and down the avenue for the perfect happy hour-type relaxing bar this is what we would find:
Ronald Reagan made it a priority to fight domestic and international divestment efforts — efforts that, in the end, helped pressure the South African government to enter negotiations and free Nelson Mandela. Reagan vetoed an amazingly (if belatedly) bipartisan bill to impose tough sanctions on the apartheid regime. Of course then-Congressman Dick Cheney had voted against the sanctions in 1986, and he defended his position while running for vice president in 2000, telling ABC: ”The ANC was then viewed as a terrorist organization. … I don’t have any problems at all with the vote I cast 20 years ago.”
The Heritage Foundation was a clubhouse for apartheid backers; as late as 1990, when Mandela had been freed from prison and traveled to the U.S., Heritage suggested he was a terrorist, “not a freedom fighter.” Grover Norquist advised pro-apartheid South African student groups and declared that the issue “is the one foreign policy debate that the Left can get involved in and feel that they have the moral high ground,” while insisting that it was a “complicated situation.” It was not.
June 26, 1990
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Are you sure that’s not Mariano? ARE YOU SURE???
Don’t get me wrong: Tom Scocca pretty much redefined the Internet today writing a 60 minute read that parsed the difference between snark and smarm.
But Nelson Mandela is a fucking saint. Not only that, he was probably the last saint. At least for a good long while. He died at 95 after a long illness. Can we stop before we start? Can we recognize that this was one man that we ACTUALLY DID appreciate in his time?
Because we did. For once. And it’s to his credit and the credit of the whole fucking world. So maybe save the reblogs. Save the fake tears and tune into the news with a sense of Pride. That you were alive to see the events of this man’s life and that you get to live in a century that won’t go down as the bloodiest and most brutal in World History.
Who’s driving the car?
The Spirit of Jazz and the Knowledge of Impending Racism
Actually, it appears to be a bunch of champagne.
OH MY GOD BEAR IS DRIVING HOW CAN THAT BE!?!?!?
Hey Michael Chernow…
I don’t know who you are but the Yankees DO get old. They were the oldest team in baseball in 2013. The aging grayhaired Yankees were the joke of baseball this season, right down to other clubs giving Mariano actual rocking chairs.
And the well worn trope of the Yanks going out and pissing away hundreds of millions on the free agent market is older still, and still more worn. See: Jacoby Ellsbury.
So take yr NEW YAWK meatballs and shove them up yr ass. K?
Good God and Jesus.
Are there still people who take Michelle Rhee seriously?