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Non-Music Shit / Re: GENTRIFICATION

« on: December 05, 2014, 12:59:29 PM »

can't keep bumping the brunch rock thread, so i'll post this here (file under: post-brunch)

http://www.citylab.com/housing/2014/12/what-the-world-doesnt-need-are-steampunk-luxury-condos/383352/

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"Our target market is people who are creative, different," 15 Renwick developer Eldad Blaustein told the Observer when the project first launched. "We always joke that it might be a Wall Street trader, but he?s writing songs, he?s writing poems at night."

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Music Shit / Re: BRUNCH ROCK

« on: October 10, 2014, 08:44:51 AM »

i think a real Brunch DJ would just let the Talking Heads spotify channel do the work for them. although they'd definitely bring a crate of records as a prop.

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Music Shit / Re: BRUNCH ROCK

« on: October 10, 2014, 08:00:35 AM »

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/10/11/opinion/sunday/brunch-is-for-jerks.html?_r=0

NYT changes teams -- now too old for brunch

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Music Shit / Re: BRUNCH ROCK

« on: September 19, 2014, 10:43:19 AM »

http://pagesix.com/2014/09/18/julian-casablancas-left-new-york-because-of-brunch/

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Music Shit / Re: Ultimate Bonehead needs you // free copy contest

« on: September 05, 2014, 05:04:30 PM »

that pic i posted is the most shocking image known to man, afaik. perfect for any shock rock compilation.

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Music Shit / Re: Ultimate Bonehead needs you // free copy contest

« on: September 02, 2014, 08:41:51 AM »

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Non-Music Shit / Re: Shred Vids

« on: August 28, 2014, 11:31:48 AM »

pomplamoose shreds

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKD07BYcreg

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Demo Tape / Project Real World (web show)

« on: August 18, 2014, 08:06:18 AM »

hey i made this web show with some friends. it's not music, it is COMEDY. it is about PAD (socially anxious video-gamer), who hires MIKE LEGG (retired insult comedian, current IRL-coach) to teach him how to interact with HUMANS!

trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khRbLIoU3tA
episodes: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnzLx22Mf_E&index=1&list=PLUy3l_A5UiRSlChiELvdQsVKaOIr9hM_P

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Music Shit / Re: BRUNCH ROCK

« on: August 11, 2014, 06:35:44 PM »

as an artist i think Lewis is truly punk. but it's hard to deny that the mythologizing is BAF. still fun tho, and the records are great. Romantic Times is a deeply fucked up pop record.

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Non-Music Shit / Re: TUMBLR

« on: August 07, 2014, 10:24:34 AM »

i started this a few months ago and have been meaning to pick it back up

http://pornfoodxxx.tumblr.com/

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Music Shit / Re: BRUNCH ROCK

« on: July 30, 2014, 08:03:10 AM »

also, on the occasion of The Baffler archives coming online, here's some more essential Brunch reading

http://www.thebaffler.com/salvos/dead-end-on-shakin-street

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The pursuit of the vibrant seems to be the universal job description of the nation's city planners nowadays. It is also part of the Obama administration's economic recovery strategy for the nation. In the fall of 2011, the National Endowment for the Arts launched "ArtPlace," a joint project with the nation's largest banks and foundations, and ArtPlace immediately began generating a cloud of glowing euphemisms around the central, hallowed clich?:

"ArtPlace is investing in art and culture at the heart of a portfolio of integrated strategies that can drive vibrancy and diversity so powerful that it transforms communities."

Specifically, vibrancy transforms communities by making them more prosperous. Art-Place says its goal is not merely to promote the arts but to "transform economic development in America," a project that is straightforward and obvious if you accept the organization's slogan: "Art creates vibrancy and increases economic opportunity."

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Music Shit / Re: BRUNCH ROCK

« on: July 30, 2014, 07:37:48 AM »

http://observer.com/2014/07/montanas-trail-house-brings-morally-hazardous-appalachian-cuisine-to-brooklyn

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Last month, a young New Yorker named Montana Masback opened a restaurant in Bushwick called Montana?s Trail House. In articles about the restaurant?s opening, Mr. Masback referred to the cuisine as ?Appalachian East coast country food.? The chef, Nate Courtland, meanwhile, described it as ?Appalachian black magic comfort food.? To transform what was once an auto repair shop into a mountain hut, Mr. Masback purchased a dilapidated barn from Kentucky, deconstructed it and reassembled the pieces in Brooklyn. Among other archly rural accouterments are a taxidermied deer head, a Betsy Ross flag, framed old timey photographs, an axe and, in the bathrooms, decoupage of mid-century nudie magazines. The waitstaff had that new antiquated look adopted by so-many seventh-stoppers?the restaurant is off the Jefferson Street stop on the L train?which combines a youthful complexion with old mountain beards for the gentlemen and Walker Evans frocks with tattooed arms and septum piercings for the waitresses.

Montana?s Trail House is a very bad place. Its rottenness is both inherent and cosmetic; it is culinarily insipid and morally insidious. It?s bad to the last splinter of its Kentucky wood. Parceling off generic objections to the ridiculous fantasia Bushwick has become, there is a deeply toxic relationship with history and with America embodied at Montana?s Trail House. One need not be from Appalachia to object to the fetishization of that impoverished region for the blithe consumption of faux Brooklyn frontiersmen and women. The miserable condition of Appalachia, a region that runs from New York to Mississippi, is as raw a wound and as deep a shame as a decapitated strip-mined peak. Poor, poor and damned poor are the mountain people who still live there, though as Ronald Eller notes in his bleak study Uneven Ground: Appalachia Since 1945, there?s not that many of them. ?In one of the nation?s largest internal migrations,? he writes, ?over 3 million people left Appalachia between 1940 and 1970.? Today, of the 420 counties that make up the region, 107 are classified as high-poverty.

Ever since Will Wallace Harney invented the myth of Appalachia in 1873 with his article, ?A Strange Land and a Peculiar People,? in Lippincott?s Magazine, the region has been othered, the better to mythologize it, perhaps, but certainly not to help it. As Mr. Eller writes, ?The notion of Appalachia as a separate place ? has allowed us to distance ourselves from the uncomfortable dilemmas that the story of Appalachia raises about our own lives.? Appalachia is not a rural Shambhala or evocative coffee table book source material. It?s not just a place to buy old barns. The misery is human and ongoing.

I?m not cynical enough to believe Mr. Masback knows the sorrowful history or despairing present of the mountains. I doubt if he is aware or even curious to inquire how that barn he bought became fallow. If he knew and still exploited the story that would be some black magic indeed.

Perversely, the one thing that could redeem Montana?s Trail House is Appalachian cuisine. I?m not talking about squirrel or opossum, or the foodie version of the SNAP diet. Rather, a hopeful fellow might look forward to burgoo, a meaty Kentucky stew; chicken and dumplings, with either the traditional fluffy dumplings or sophisticated flat ones; shuck beans; spiced apple stack cake; pawpaw or even cornbread. Fucking cornbread, man.

Alas, there?s just the sort of generic Southern food you find at nearly every restaurant with ?The? or ?&? in the name: a totally underwhelming fried chicken, leg and thigh both as greasy as a teenage boy?s T-zone, offered for $18. A plate of oily ?seasonal? vegetables called a ?Summer Harvest Plate? ($17) consists of zucchini, squash and greens. Calling that a vegetable plate is like calling a bunch of honeydew a fruit salad. A rabbit terrine, the closest thing to game, went nearly untouched. The gelatinous terrine was so poorly executed that it fell apart like a dysfunctional family of Thumpers, leaving chewy chunks of rabbit to wilt next to pickled white currants.

Even when the offerings are tasty?I wouldn?t spit out the root beer braised brisket with Anson Mill grits ($23) or the master fat fried potatoes ($6)?they are morally hazardous. You can?t be an innocent patron at this blank parody. If you?re enjoying yourself, a not entirely difficult task considering the strength of the cocktails and the pure theatricality of the mountain man Bushwick crowd, you are participating in a crummy project. Simply put, mere presence at Montana?s Trail House means you?re on the wrong path.