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It is shocking that Harden didn't immediately fall to the ground and start writhing until the cops got whistled for police brutality.
Ha yes brother, I was thinking the exact same thing! Of course bottles of spring water were expensive -- only rich people would ever buy that shit. The water coming out of those spigots was free, cold, wet, and plentiful! It seems like such an odd fixation in a weekend in which so many other crazy things happened, and for it to be a fixation when it's totally misleading is even odder.
In further mild defense of the organizers of this festival, summer in upstate New York usually has pretty great weather. I just looked at the forecast this week for Rome, New York, and it's highs in the upper 70s with afternoon thundershowers every day. You could do a lot worse in July in the good old USA.
Okay, I will finally have to order HBO Max to see this. I drove up to Woodstock 99 with my buddy who was in summer school. We were 20. There was lots of dark energy, but I think most of that was from the intense heat and the fact that the festival grounds were nearly entirely paved. I saw a whole bunch of different bands, including ICP and Kid Rock, and the bros were definitely creeping out on women in a way that felt over the top even in the 90s, but in general it was a normal festival. Lots of 90s hippies and just normal suburban kids. I don't think I even saw any fights. Obviously looking back, the people who ran Woodstock 99 did a terrible job with basic amenities and infrastructure and security. But as a college kid, it was just sort of "roughing it" and it's not super shocking to see macho bro energy if you've been living in a dorm and playing on a college baseball team. Prince was supposed to be the surprise closing act after the Chili Peppers on that Sunday night. Me and my buddy had to leave mid-day Sunday (after Willie Nelson's set, if memory serves) to drive back to Virginia so he could get to class Monday morning. He lived in a college apartment that was deserted for the summer, with doors that didn't close or lock, no internet, no cable, and one VHS copy of "Stripes" to watch. So yeah, Woodstock, not all that deprived in that context.
Bill Simmons is a stiff-necked geek
Black people who are old enough to remember Juvenile are pretty much the main demographic of anti-vaxxers and vaccine skeptics right now, so as horrifying as it is to think that enough people are still not on board with vaccinating and getting back to normal to require PSAs urging them to do so, as a public-health campaign, it's doing things right. Obviously these anti-vaxxers are selfish and narcissistic beyond belief, so the argument of getting vaccinated to have casual sex from a dating app is also pretty on-target. Yay America!
Anecdotal evidence suggests that a fair number of the rich kids' sports are women's sports that have been added to satisfy the Title IX requirements, like the Crew team that popped up at my university a few years ago. Really, most sports are exclusive niche hobbies that require money to gain entry and to climb the ranks in. There are 3 or 4 that are fairly populist in most places (lacrosse would be one of these if you live in Baltimore but probably not if you live in Los Angeles). But good luck becoming, say, a good softball player if your parents can't at least afford your town's club team, and good luck with that if your family doesn't live near a town with a club and can't afford to make endless drives there to practice and play tournaments. Skateboarding might not be a rich person's sport, but you have to be pretty lucky to live in a place that has a skate park, and usually municipalities that have money for skate parks are at least middle class.
Very, very few colleges have varsity sailing or fencing or even water polo teams, much less scholarships for them, and lacrosse is a pretty mainstream middle-class sport these days.
Come on y'all, how you going to steal the amazing title from a Hot Snakes tune as your album name?
God, when will the reboots and retreads end with Hollywood? I get that "Becker" was a great show and that Ted Danson was wonderful in it and that everyone's nostalgic for the early 2000s now, but why do a new version without Ted Danson and make it so much darker and more violent thematically? I feel like I must be missing something here, but I can't figure out what it is . . .
Ah good old New York, simultaneously the hippest, and the squarest, place on earth
How dare you sir! Think of all the trees you're killing by wasting paper on unnecessary comments! What are the rest of us supposed to do, not read every comment, or somehow see your avatar and keep scrolling? I don't even know how that would work in real life!
He is very interactive with the crowd during breaks and after the show . . . my friend said hello to him and mentioned that she enjoyed the show because she had just finished a tough work week, and he gave her a ten-minute pep talk on enthusiasm and living up to one's potential. He spent a solid ten minutes explaining his ethos as it relates to basketball with my 6-year-old son. I was totally disappointed because he did not show either of them John Wooden's Pyramid of Success, which I know for a fact he carries in his wallet everywhere he goes. Still, he definitely does not have to do any of that, and getting basketball advice from Bill Walton as a kindergartener is pretty fucking cool no matter what you think of the Dead.
I believe he stopped and took a tequila shot or two with some fans, but he was on his motorcycle at the time, so even though he wasn't over the limit, he was drinking and driving. I believe that in most states, you're not allowed to imbibe if you are physically in control of a vehicle.
Did you hit up Aquarius on Sunday afternoon for the Walton-hosted spectacle? It is literally on the marina among a bunch of yachts and yachts clubs, then there's this patio bar that says "Est.d 420" on the front and has a dirt parking lot that the hippies use as a fairly legit Shakedown St. with a bunch of VW buses and shit. Weird scene. As you might imagine if you follow basketball, Bill Walton is, shall we say, in his element here -- he plays bongos/second percussion with the band and nearly blocks out the sun with a 10,000-watt shit-eating grin the whole time.
Dickens got paid by the word; Shadow gets thumbed-down by the comment. More words = more pay; more comments = more thumbed-down. I support both their efforts and look forward to Shadow's future wordy novel in which Ed Sheeran is a plucky orphan in Victorian London.
Bill Walton hosts a Dead cover show every Sunday here in San Diego that I go to sometimes, and I'm still 1000% momentarily baffled by seeing old hippies wandering around in tie-dyed John Mayer shirts, then I realize that he is indeed in the Dead now
My nephew is actually a pretty talented musician and has been obsessed with Sheeran for 10 years now. Sheeran is the reason he learned to sing and play guitar! He is black (really, half-black, but definitely black compared with this motherfucker in the pictures) and grew up in Florida, so there is no sort of homerism going there or anything. I can't understand it to save my life.
Richard Marx is proof positive that social media trolling is now a legit basis for a "second act" for washed-up American celebrities. I predict that instead of donning a cowboy hat and making MOR country music, the Sheryl Crows and Darius Ruckers of the future will concentrate on maintaining relevance through provoking idiots on Twitter.
This whole comment thread is too British by half for those of us who wanted to read a meat-and-potatoes story about good old American drunk driving and overpolicing
I don't know if it's the Cow of the Year, but it's pretty good
This is really great. Whoever produces this is brilliant, especially with the drum sounds. At times it feels like musical theatre, but in a good way. Jazz hands!
Diane Warren is trippin, that cow looks delicious
The last couple of times I've seen them it has been at very, very small DIY venues in San Diego, and I too noticed Patrick's heavy emphasis on tamping down rough-housing in the crowd. I suspect that if you play this kind of music for long enough, you see some pretty fucked-up shit go down and it sort of traumatizes you into rethinking how smart/cool it is to pantomime violence in a crowd.
According to Ben Westhoof's well-researched and super-interesting book "Dirty South," Cher's "Believe" was the very first song to use Auto-Tune as a distinct vocal effect. A true trailblazer!
Wow, this story, along with its Jonestown-biting aerial photo, really ticks every box on the Southern backwoods exploitation/sensationalism scoreboard. I felt like I was reading an Erskine Caldwell novel from this lurid, appropriately yellow-journalistic story.
You know it's not the 90s anymore when the best fight in the NBA playoffs comes from a couple of random fans awkwardly wearing jerseys to a game . . . Anthony Mason and Bill Laimbeer ain't walking through that door
Nonsense lyrics are not great as a mnemonic device. They can go in literally any order, so in this case it doesn't really help remember the scale of notes. In some ways, the only part that works is where she talks about how La follows Sew, where you can at least remember which is which.
She's clearly running a "salt of the earth"/everyman campaign, what with endorsements from the world's trust-fundiest band, an Instagram-famous back-bench celebrity pol, and a comedian who dresses like ironical Ward Cleaver. (I am a big fan of two out of the three, but yikes, she's putting a great deal of faith in baby stroller-pushing hipsters' coming out to vote.)
According to Pyungyang state media, Kim Jong Un's clocks are never broken.
Ha! Yes, me brain not working so good, me burn out. Still not THAT many notes or chords considering how much music they turn into when in the hands of smarter and more talented people than I.
It's got three chords, and it's a Western pop song. It can't be that different from a billion other songs. I remember with the whole Marvin Gaye lawsuit against Pharrell and Robin Thicke for the Miley-twerking song, when Marvin Gaye's estate finally won, Pharrell was pretty philosophical and said something like, "Most music sounds pretty much alike." That admission is a tad shocking from one of the undisputed architects of what pop music sounds like over the past quarter-century, but I can't say he's wrong. There are only 7 chords and 7 notes, after all.
Interesting feature. Always good to see shout-outs to Toni Morrison and Ralph Ellison and even Ayi Kwei Armah! I will definitely check out the Conde novel. I'm not sure I understand the idea that Ellison is connected to Afrofuturism? The sense of alienation, and perhaps the retreat to the electrified room full of light bulbs in Invisible Man?
I love Migos, but this feels more Blues Brothers 2000 (from 1998) than it does Blues Brothers. I prefer the original -- i.e. the same song Migos always used to do, which I always liked.
Not glorifying violent, gun-toting idiocy in the world's most popular music (American rap) would probably be a step in the right direction, but it's one I'm not prepared to take in my own listening habits.
I would recommend putting them on when you're cooking and bagging crack in an abandoned house in Atlanta's Northside.
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