This is the “big thing” on the web today. I try not to link to things BoingBoing posts (because I assume pretty much everybody reads BoingBoing), but I’m gonna have to make an exception for this. If you want to feel kind of good about our often-miserable species, the next four and a half minutes are for you:
Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.
Via BoingBoing.
My friend (and fellow U-92 alum) Bill Pearis knows as much about music as anyone you or I have ever met. He covers new music and NYC shows on his blog, Sound Bites, and he also writes a column for the hugely popular Brooklyn Vegan, which is both a blog and a person. Bill just started a new feature today called Summer Fridays - he’s posting a new downloadable mix every week, complete with cover art and fancy segues. The first mix is fantastic, and not just because it features XTC’s “Life Begins at the Hop.” Don’t miss it.
As an editor, my primary function is to find and correct things that are wrong (examples: a misspelling, a factual error, a word that you “didn’t think was that racist,” a grammatical construction that makes you sound like a cannibal). I have to be observant, and I also have to continually educate myself to ensure I’m able to spot any potential problems. It’s often easy to overlook mistakes when you’re dealing with a 4,000-word feature or, say, your thirtieth document of the day. When your word count is less than ten, however, you don’t have an excuse:
A particularly powerful sequence…finds the protagonist plagued with self-doubt at his own baptism, seeking, no doubt, an Augustinian moment that will simultaneously appease those around him and resolve his youthful existential crises. Upon his actual baptism, however, he is ultimately plagued by the very waters that seek to cure him, visions beneath the water chanting accusations of his own false pretenses for conversion.
It’s a heavy, disturbing scene, and it ties directly to the preview I linked to last time. If you haven’t already, take a minute to read that. Seriously! Go!
- The Futureheads continue their epic battle with the New Pornographers for the title of Best Band Ever, because I have a tendency to engage in hyperbole. The Sunderland lads played an amazing show Tuesday night at the Bowery Ballroom. Sound Bites was there, which feels weird to say, because it’s just my friend Bill. And as Liz noted, we got extra-special VIP seats thanks to one of my old neighbors in the Hells Angels. (This totally makes up for the apostrophe thing.) Anyway, the new Futureheads album, This Is Not the World, is their first for their own label and absolutely kicks ass. I recommend it without reservation. Buy it here, and dig the new video here:
for about $15, or you can get it directly from publisher AdHouse.
This weekend was the big Museum of Comic and Cartoon Art festival, aka MoCCA, and I started the weekend Friday night at Rocketship:
